What’s It All About?

Can we ourselves a good reason give

For why we’re here being made to live,

With pain and pleasure having to contend

Right till we meet this our journey’s end,

And joy and sorrow being made to face,

As we rush ahead as if in some mad race,

To a destination none knows for certain,

Till soon descends death’s final curtain?

Is this a punishment or a great reward?

We can’t say—only You know, my Lord.