and all its enjoyments are empty bubbles,
fleeting blasts of wind,
from which nothing satisfactory can be derived…”
What is it that will give me eternal satisfaction? Happiness is such a fleeting thing, and it seems to always need more. What is it that I can hold onto with my last breath, and know I will take with me to my heavenly home?
“Must I go, and empty-handed,”
Thus my dear Redeemer meet?
Not one day of service give Him,
Lay no trophy at His feet?
Sobering words today.