Looking for new sense of life
We see humans torn in strife
Trying to squeeze out what’s new
Hoping that they’ll score a coup
Be it fame or riches now
Climbing up the ladder – wow
From above the world looks good
Jealous is the neighborhood
But when you’re ahead of all
This big world then looks so small
You feel lonely on the top
And your zest for life will drop
Since if you have what you want
There’s a new thought that will haunt
You with fear to lose it all
Will besiege you, you will bawl
No more sleep at night for fear
Of disaster and of jeer
No more friends whom you can trust
All for ashes – and for dust
What then makes our life worthwhile?
What indeed makes faint souls smile?
Isn’t it the love received?
Without effort – as a gift?
Do we know where it comes from?
Do we know Him who’s the Son?
Does He live in our heart?
Do we feel Him far apart?
From our inmost longing still
That so yearns for joy and thrill
And for losing all we see
In exchange for being free
Of those chains that hinder us
To be real and without fuss
No more masks and undisguised
With a heart that’s circumcised
Of all inward walls that split
Nature in dead life and grit
To show others who we are
And to absorb blow and scar