THE MYSTERY OF LIFE
To live is to die and to die is gain.
To live after our flesh is empty and vain.
Man’s eyes are ever full yet he cannot see.
The self that is dead is the life that is free.
The love of self is but a bottomless pit.
Inhabited by souls whom the serpent has bit.
He that loveth his life is the servant of sin.
To rule and reign is to be servant within.
To live is a struggle, to die is to rest.
We inherit eternal life being now manifest.
The heart understands a wondrous thought.
The mystery of life so gloriously wrought.
He gives sight to the blind, deaf ears shall hear.
To the understanding heart, unmistakably clear.
All life springs from death in glorious resurrection.
The recipients of Life shall be His reflection.