It’s vital to remember as soon as when you’re young,
you’re cre-a-ted (not self made), and your time wi-ll surely come.
As years dr-aw near it’s clearer; yo-ur pleasure’s in the past.
Vision dims as grief’s beginning; your die will soon be cast.
Li-mbs quake and strength abates as, your sex appeal is gone.
Take no care f-or what you’ll wear ‘cause, nobody’s looking on.
The tweets o-f birds are silenced, and singing girls grow mum.
Fears multiply around you. Th-e signs o-f death soon come.
T-he black-clad mourners gather, on streets o-f ev-ry town.
The cord is snapped and china is broken all around.
Machines that helped you li-ve no longer bob and nod.
When dust itself has settled, your breath goes back to God.
Image: Mendel, 1609
Source: Ecclesiastes 12:1-7
Text: David Alexander, 2022 CC BY-SA NC 4.0
Tune: Salley Gardens, Public Domain
Audio: www.smallchurchmusic.com Used by Permission