Of Doubt and Faith

Those tiny dots of life
They do their work unseen
By turning back to dust
The husks that once did life contain
That dust is used again to make life anew
And so the cycle goes
Then at the last
When all our dreams have been dreamt
And all our tears have been shed
And all that we have built and wrought and wrote
Plays before us upon our dying bed
Often we wonder before that day
What shall we have left behind
Will it endure or only dust be
Scattered upon the ground of time?
Will we pass into the void or see the face Devine?
Are all the works of man to be lost
And swallowed in the void of space?
But in my heart a seed of Hope has been sown
For I have glimpsed the Second Adam's face
And have heard His words “You are not just dust, but one of My own.”

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