The past is no longer with us
The future is not and may never be
The present is then our only reality
So what are we doing with it?
Are we then chasing our optimistic dreams?
In the hope of some kind of recognition
But life can slip through our fingers
We are then ploughing into the wind
What is the point of this life?
The past has but lingering regrets and sorrows
This present world offers vanities of vanities
The future is full of fearful apprehensions
Life in Jesus offers us so much more
Why don’t you just try Him for yourself