A PSALM OF THE SONS OF KORAH

 Listen, everyone,listen-earth dwellers, don't miss this.

All you haves

   and have-nots,

All together now: listen.

I set plainspoken wisdom before you,

and my heart seasoned understandings of 

life.

I fine-tuned my ear to the sayings of the 

wise,

I solve life's riddle with the help of a  harp.

So why should I fear in bad times,

hemmed in by enemy malice,

shoved around by bullies,

  demeaned by the arrogant rich?

Really! There's no such thing as

self-rescue.

pulling yourself up by your bootstraps.

The cost of rescue is beyond our means,

   and even then it doesn't guarantee

Life forever, or insurance

   against the Black Hole.

Anyone can see the brightest and

  best die

wiped out right along with fools and

       idiots.

They leave their prowess behind,

  move into their new home, The Coffin,

The cemetery their permanent address.

   And to think they named counties after

      themselves!

  We aren't immortal. We don't last long.

Like our dogs, we age and weaken. And

die.

This is what happens to people who live

        for the moment,

They only look out for themselves:

Death herds them like sheep straight to hell:

 they disappear down the gullet of the 

      grave;

They waste away to nothing-

      nothing left except a mark in a cemetery.

But me? God snatches me from the clutch 

  of death,

he reaches down and grabs me.

So don't be impressed with those who

   get rich

  and pile up fame and fortune.

They can't take it with them;

    fame and fortune all get left behind.

Just when they think they've arrived

  and folks praise them because they've

          made good,

They enter the family burial plot

    where they'll never see sunshine again.

We aren't immortal. We don't last long.

Like our dogs, we age and weaken. And

die.

THE MESSAGE

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