When I Am Weary
Life sings a blurry tune,
distinct voices blend with laughter and tears;
pain and pleasure, disappointed hopes, elated dreams…
in the end, it makes me want to cry as Solomon did:
“Meaningless! … all is vanity!”
What do we live for but our fleeting pleasures
that fade, leaving only memories
tainted by some bitterness or regret?
Friend, put your hope not in the successes of this blighted world –
you will always be disappointed.
As a child of the King, let this be my song:
My only boast is Christ crucified.