Day after day
we go our way;
as if in tune
to the phases of the moon.

Homage we pay our "King"
the very Master of everything;
Yet, our praises fall dead
before the body we have fed.

We race to universities
seeking to become wise;
much knowledge we obtain
yet we never gain the prize.

Sunday, to church we trod
one hour will suffice;
never becoming acquainted
with Christ or his sacrifice

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