Man's Heart

Man's heart doth forsake him,
So much that he grieves.
His thoughts lead him on,
In what he believes.

Forward he goes,
Out of his abode.
Trying to build up his thoughts,
To carry his load.

Where did he fail?
And what did he do?
That faltered his steps,
On the path where he grew?

For he had been taught,
By those gone before.
And he had been tempered,
In the metal he bore.

What was his hinderance,
That he lost in his make?
Was it faith without vision,
That his heart did forsake?


E.P. 1908 - 1989