What’s the point?

Oh, Lord what calms the belly of the soul?

Each day men seek

and do not find.

Each day false idols to,

men do wrongly bind.

 

Greed eyes money,

that happiness should bring.

Lust eyes sex,

to make the soul fully sing.

 

Vigor eyes fame,

from fans that surround.

Age eyes purpose,

from the world around.

 

Yet all rings hollow

at life’s sunset.

For nothings lasts

past death’s onset.

 

So are we destined

for pain and despair?

Lord, is life beyond

hope of your repair?

 

So seem the words

of the wise old king.

Who sought those answers

away from your wing.

 

After all was said

what did he see?

After all was searched

what was the decree?

 

Fear God and obey

whatever his command.

For wholly this is

the purpose of man.

 

Happiness, wholeness

Power and delight

Reside in this.

Life’s made aright.

 

Promises he makes not

Of life trouble free.

Only that its purpose

will be fulfilled in yee.

 

For this the savior

did truly die.

Because we’re his

The apple of his eye.

 

To God be the glory.

Great things does He.

To God be the glory

Great things for me.