Your feasts will be turned to mourning.
And all your songs to lamentation.
We have received our warning.
And this applies to us whatever our station.

To it’s  neighbours laughed and said.
See he is not afraid anymore.
But that is only true after we are dead.
We must then settle our score.

The time before this he had to flee.
But here he is beginning to bury his dead again.
We ourselves make our plea.
But we are always going against the grain.

Do we, like Tobit, walk in the paths of truth.
Or did we leave behind all that in our youth.

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Feasts turned to mourning
Songs to lamentation
Is that then our lot

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See Tobit 1 : 3 , 2  :  1-8

Moses went up the mountain.
As the Lord had commanded.
With countless stars can faith be certain.
How can we assume all will indeed be mended.

I dreamt that faith was indeed a mountain.
And all our efforts a mere ant hill
But I still remained uncertain.
Was the universe in comparison not a continent not some high hill.

All this is true even infernal.
And then I saw one small man, Jesus walking.
He alone proclaimed that we are eternal.
He alone provides for our reawakening.

It does not matter that we are a mere piece of cosmic dust.
With faith our soul will not die or rust.

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We on our ant hill
Stand before the universe
But one man gives hope

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See Exodus 34 : 4-6 , 8-9

Some have left no memory.
And disappeared as if they had not existed.
We may leave no trace , never leave our territory.
We appear among the unlisted.

They are now as if they had never been.
And so to their children after them.
They do not now see nor are they seen.
We ask ourselves , are we like them.

But here is a list of generous men.
Whose good works have not been forgotten.
They will be seen again.
And we too pray we will remain begotten.

But for all there is some kind of inheritance.
And even some feeling of sense.

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They the disappeared
They can leave no memory .
And then what of us

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See Ecclesiasticus 44: 1, 9-13