I went in search for life
It was my primary goal,
If only I could find the source
I would never grow old.
I suspected there was a cost
And that cost was in wealth,
Once I had the money
I could enhance my health.
In neither the twain I found it
In neither health nor wealth,
After I had achieved the latter
I spent it all on health.
I tried all kinds of remedies
To bring back the health I’d lost
But that was frustratingly futile
Despite the astronomical cost.
Maybe it was the environment
So that I also changed
Moving to a healthier location
That I had my lawyer arrange.
I tried a dose of religion
And experimented with philosophy,
For a while they seemed to work
But life still eluded me.
In the medical parlance
If only I could find the switch,
I’d turned off that life-limiting cell
And my dilemma would be fixed.
But search and search I did
Yet no such cell was found
And still it vexed me sore
That soon I’d not be around.
Medical science is preoccupied
With finding the life source
For if only this could happen
That would be an undying force.
Then I turned to God’s Word
That before, I had disregarded
And on the pages of Holy Writ
I was soon to be rewarded.
I found the source of life
Or better still, he found me,
And anyone who believes on him
Will live eternally.
In St John, the eleventh chapter
Jesus makes this clear
He raised the deceased Lazarus
For Jesus, death held no fear.
For he is the Lord of life
And for him death holds no terror,
A search for life in any other
Must be seen as a grave error.
So, if you are searching for life
Look no further, I implore,
Draw from the eternal source
Who has unlimited in store.
Jesus is that eternal source
And he offers life to you,
Become a branch on the life-giving vine…
Do it before this day is through.
Stewart Russell © August 2019
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