Life is like a Coffin

Life is like a coffin,

When you’re living like a corpse.

When your dreams have all died,

Having shrivelled at their source.

When you’ve lost your will to live,

And you can’t see the way ahead.

In the darkness of your coffin-life,

You’re just a walking dead.

If you’re just going through the motions,

With nothing dreamed or planned.

No future goal or hope to hold onto,

You are living on quicksand.

For every life turns to dust,

Our bodies are doomed to rot.

When our coffins are buried in the grave,

The life we lived will be forgot.

But there is a way of living,

That restores a new life’s breath.

It is found in the cross of Christ,

And guarantees us no death.

For we were made to live alive,

Bringing hope and light to all.

Not just surviving day by day,

But answering to God’s call.

What words will be our epitaph?

What will our tombstone say?

Will we leave a good legacy,
When our lives do end one day?