Men are different, I have seen,
Not only by sight, but by mind.
My choice is not her choice
And my decisions are not his
But we are all equal in front of God.
My pain is that I suffer alone
And the joy appealed by my heart
I myself perplex
My struggles are my problems
But we are all served on the Calvary
The deep thoughts that cloud my thinking
Assumptions and recognition might differ.
He might have more wisdom than her
And she might have more than him
But Christ leads us through no darker roads.
I might wish to be you
You might as well wish to be me
But my problems will alter your choice back to being yourself
And I likewise
But all are light afflictions to him who believes.
We might be glad with our lives
We might be dreaming of riches
Money, we might seek
And fame, my motive can be
But all is vanity.
Vanity of vanities.