I was thinking about Solomon and all the futility spoken of in the book of Ecc.
How all men fight the natural urge to place their trust in things of the earth and things they love.
Only when the natural is in peril of being taken do we look the one who gave it all to us freely.
A traditional Irish type folk song seemed to be the best way to frame the lyric.

 

THERE ARE TIMES

C.Olson
T:130 key E ( D 2nd fret open E)

 

There are times when the winds blow like a gale
and the places where you stand begin to fail
It it there where mortal men begin to fear
of losing all they love and cherish and hold dear.

For the time of my birth I held no prize
save to hold my mothers breast and stare her eyes
Deep into the seas of blue she stole my heart
Bringing fear 'or the thought we'd ever part.

O' the day my father took me by the hand
and he told me life is hard to be a man
You will toil all your days and in the end
they will divi up all your things and say A-men.

Lo the spirit in a man lives on and on
though his flesh pursue the world, twill soon be gone
For all the toil of a life can not obtain
what was paid for on a cross in one mans name .

It is here where mortal men come to decide
what they love and cherish most throughout their lives
The creation or creator it will be
one will last a season, and one eternally.

So i will bow down on my knee and cry I am
i am a sinner who needs a Savior, take my hand
In that moment all of life became so clear
You are all I love and cherish and hold dear.

And in that moment all of life became so clear
You are all I love and cherish and hold dear.

Jesus, You are all I love and cherish and hold dear.

Words and Music: Craig T. Olson
(c) 2008 TennMinn Music ASCAP