A Passing Shadow

Psalm 102: 11-12
"My days are like a shadow that declineth, and I am withered like grass. But Thou, o Lord, shalt endure forever, and Thy remembrance unto all generations."

Those verses inspired this following poem:


A Passing Shadow

I am a passing shadow,
Just a piece of withered grass.
My days - a dying meadow,
A wilting field that will pass.

My King is everlasting,
Creator who will endure.
No one will be found asking
For His mercy for sure.

All generations shall know
Of the everlasting King.
Yet so swiftly shall I go
To Heaven - His praise to sing!