glorycloud's Diaryland
Diary
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Teach me the measure of my days
Teach me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame; I would survey life’s narrow space, And learn how frail I am. A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower and prime. See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o’er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. Some walk in honor’s gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs they know not who, And straight are seen no more. What should I wish or wait for then, From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all.
3:54 p.m. - 2022-11-04
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