Look up!

If your eyes are always looking down
  Your gaze ever on the ground
    You hope so dimed by lack of faith
      Your mind confused by twisted thoughts

Not from beneath comes the light of day
  But from above does one gain grace
    So the little things added one by one
      Became so heavy you stumble on

The heavy weight is too much to bear
  but they are the things you put in the bag
    the vanities of life you so enjoyed
      have become your albatross it seems

So what now, oh wearied friend
  your back is bent from the extra junk
    that fills the bag you carry on
      you know not why but still it’s yours

Your every step has slowed with age
  Your gate once swift now less than a trot
    more like a crawl filled with vain thoughts
      fears of the night, my friend, you are lost

How long before you look above
  There is the light for your dark path
    You need a hand from heavens place
      an outstretched arms so full of grace

Vain is man’s help, just like one’s self
  All men need grace to turn around
    before there’s no more breath to breath
      And the grim reaper has another guest

For there is more hope for a living dog
  than for a dead lion however strong
    For hope is too the living soul
      that humbly sees his eternal need

For the long bow bends when one is strong
  but in the end one hopes for more
    than a youthful vigor and a life in store
      of vanities worth nothing more than nothing

For then one sees only years ahead
  full of rich pasture and wealth to make
    Instead you need to examine your goals
      eternal value is what comes from above

Vanities will soon come to an end
  valued nothing here and nothing above
    But the true riches are hidden for us
      if we turn to Him and in Him put our trust

For in His is grace and mercy and power
  to overcome the grave and death's hold,
    to enter new life with the fullness of hope
      Wake up while there's time to turn, turn, turn!