Passing Through
I am passing through this life, with all its' joys, goodness, and strife. I am passing through, only passing through. When I stopped and looked around, I saw others moving along the ground. People who are passing through with me, I am not alone, others are going, some seem on a spree. Some want to make it through quick, they do everything to be done, every trick. They harm themselves with their lifestyle, never giving a thought to the Christ child. But I can only do me, I cannot do them. Each one of us has to decide to pull off the film. So I look back on my own path, looking ahead, knowing that surely soon all of us will be dead. I had better get busy, and try to make good, make good things happen, as I know I should. The upper, the lower, all people go forth, we are the same, each making our choice. We are all passing through, only passing through.