Yields Nothing
Ran. Running. Will be running.
Faster yet, faster still.
To whom would I appeal,
To save me life’s fruitless ordeals?
Much of my to and fro
Has supplied nothing but much worries.
Taken me into paths, righteous and not,
For which I’m not sorry.
Who would make plain the path before me?
Endless headaches, to live and eat healthy.
In and out, daily, of fitness gyms,
But it only benefits my body, not my heart, it seems.
Balancing the spiritual, the earthly personal, and the academic,
It tearing me at the seams.
What is the reward for my much toiling?
A toned body, a smart mind, and healthy account?
If not to death, to what else does my years of living amount?
Serving Christ’s purpose is only what this life is about.
| Reference: 1 Timothy 4:8 |
December 29th 2022
