All is in vain

It all comes to naught

Everything withers

No purpose is sought

Oh barren wasteland

All parched and dry

Windblown and sunburnt

A desolate cry

People run everywhere

Not enough time

Scurrying fruitlessly

Its all about 'mine'

There's no purpose to anything

Except that in You

Without You in our centre

We work for the shrew

Toiling and labouring

Turning our soil

Lighting our fires

Without any oil

Lord come rescue us

Lay our focus on You

The harvest is plenty

But the labourers few

Lord help me remember

When I look for my gain

Except You as my master

All is in vain

©Kylie Munro 2001