Consider then there is no purpose
As oblivion hammers out it's name
On this world as on all things
If static our lives we end with no claim

To the One who is and preceded the One who was and forever

God of what use is breath
When the mantle of Truth we've torn and now are bare
Then further this life to what end
So base is my mind so meager before Love

Cunningly my senses endure
A harsh reproach from my feeble blind heart
While earth's laurel crown I secure
Upon my head, I see I have no part

Of Love so freely given
Of Truth which lasts so far beyond my days

Where is the glory where is the honor
In that which fades in that which dies

If there is a God if there is Truth
Are we not showered in that reign
Whether we choose to accept or to deny
I fear all our knees shall weaken before Love

Reap Grace like a servant who needeth no scythe
For the germ is already bread the meal prepared
Embrace or decline life

So where is the glory where is the honor

Nowhere it is all gone it is all dead
Nothing we build ever shall last
So why with sight the firmament we seek God
When there inside us waiting is Love