Everyman walks this earth alone;
surrounded by wealth, common friends and foes.
But in his desperate time of need and on his lonely road,
he finds there none-he is still so alone.
Death creeps beneath his door,
whilst sleep he slumbers and at death he snores.
But alas, he is woken and by God's hand is bore
the weight of this world to walk forever more.
He pleads and whines
begging for this trial to come another time.
He is not ready! He has none by his side!
But, says death, take it in stride.
Oh sweet Jesus, intercede for us now,
death comes before life frowns.
The lines of age crumble like gowns
and before we are ready; we are cut down.
But while we remain on this earth alone,
there are none more so than those who forgo,
the pleasantries that right and wrong bestow
and throw themselves at things below.
Alone, alone; Everyman, we are not alone!
For in our greatest need when no
man or beast alive can bestow
the friendship we must know,
To the safety of Jesus' loving arms we can always go!
