I can write a thousand songs but who will sing?
I can dance to a millions tunes but its all in a dream.
I can laugh a million times but the joke will sound the same.
I can cry million tears but what will I gain?
I can run in a race and get great back pain.
I can drive a thousand miles but the tires will still decay.
I can spend every dime but it won't buy me time.
I can move to the hills but it won't stop the blood stains.
I can run and hide but I will still find that no matter how long we think we have we are still a peace of gran. Ready to blow away when God call our name.
"The nations will rush like the rushing of many waters ;But God will rebuke them and they will flee far away and be chased like the chaff of the mountains before the wind; Like a rolling thing before the whirlwind." Isaiah 17:13