Earth bucket

So much sorrow.

Life breathed into a dust cloth.

We would fade, instead, we trust.

Looking within we find death no friend.
Hoping to understand, so many laid to rest.

My own mortality influences actions, decisions.
For all, I know stealing the very best.

Knowledge of my death a reality.
A scheduled event a formality.

Don't spread or infect it could come to or from you.
But what are we to do?
We got it at birth
.
If time remains you'll ride the hearse.
Sin opened the door to the curse.

But some of us find the treasure.
The adventure starts when everything sold.

We buy the field, where Love is without measure.
Death consumed by victory.

To some a mystery what Jesus Christ did was history.

Die to sin. Live for Him. It's not contradictory to say
"I'm dying to Live."