Vanity

How long is my life And what should be my plan Before my days shall be cut off: The vanity of man Each day brings new struggles They're burned away in strife As we chase after mirages: The vanity of life For man is dust and ashes A stony heart inside And every breath is borrowed: The vanity of pride When shall I stand before him My heart breaks every day And can it be so great a love can take this pain away? Why were the nations angry As blood fell on your path? What cause was there to spit and curse?: The vanity of wrath All my chains are heavy Darkness hides within Spiders weave webs in the shadows: The vanity of sin A light shines in the darkness to set the captives free And though I'm so unworthy: Your love can reach even to me!