Towards Us All a Cooling Wind Doth Blow

Towards us all a cooling wind doth blow,

From year to month and week to day and hour,

That marks the time of our demise and woe,

With nought to change what lies without our power.

We cannot tell what death our fate will choose:

Forewarned or not that breath doth ever sigh,

When future’s favours, earthly dreams we lose,

Which ‘scapes our lips upon the day we die.

Yet so may be the fate of all mankind,

God’s wondrous promise of a life beyond

The words His Bible daily do remind:

Souls saved, in crowns of glory we are donned.

However brutal may our ending be,

Eternal peace, God grants to thee and me.

© 2017 James Hanna-Magill

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