Life And Years

It's been all only full of joy and pain, Found every good, and wound a mortal feel Evermore, day and night of open, and eyes closed Unto passings lost here, but we are growing; Children born last, parents we are becoming Earth creatures, the ultimate. But what's life, without the end, Of years until all suns of days descend? It all a heart's fear, to fear the nigh, Death and God, which can call, beneath his sky Is life though life unto the living soul I give to God of earth; it not my own, But of the fleetings that'll be passing by, All Human hands that hold or let me die.