(a found poem based on Biblical sayings)
If you are as old as the hills,
or as old as Methuselah
know that all things must pass
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
But as you bite the dust
Or give up the ghost
Gird your loins and Fight the good fight
For faith will move mountains.
Set your house in order
Read the sign of the times
Follow the strait and narrow
To the ends of the earth
The writing is on the wall
To everything there is a season
You reap what you sow
From the fat of the land
So beat your swords into ploughshares
And see eye to eye
Let not the sun go down on your wrath
Make your peace offering
Love thy neighbor as thyself
And in the twinkling of an eye
Even if only by the skin of your teeth
Bear your cross
