And what is man
That you are mindful of him?
A fleeting breath
A whispered prayer
There…and then gone.
His days are numbered,
Joys can be few,
Perhaps you are mindful of him
So that, in kind,
His mind can be full of You.
And what is man
That you are mindful of him?
A fleeting breath
A whispered prayer
There…and then gone.
His days are numbered,
Joys can be few,
Perhaps you are mindful of him
So that, in kind,
His mind can be full of You.