Is there a place for the delicate things?
Who to the earth purity bring?
Is there truly a place,
For those of a tender grace?
Things innocent, pure, and noble are very quickly displaced,
For they aren't built for this dark race.
Anywhere on earths vast ground,
Can a home for them be found?
They bring a voice that sings in the dark,
We would be wise to unto it hark.
It speaks of a gentler way,
That for life eternal must in our heart have sway.
Under temporal life's dim light,
Things savage seem great in might.
On more than a temporary plane,
Their strength does greatly wane.
They all consume themselves in time,
For destruction is the way of their mind.
Things gentle do quickly pass away,
But in eternity they have their day.
Void of earth's self-destructive strife,
They and everlasting harmony peacefully unite.
Be wise and make for them a place,
For which their presence may grace.
Let their ways sink in your heart,
So this life you can prepared depart.
When you are born into eternity’s never fading light,
Take heed your heart is soft and prepared with love and truth to forever unite.