The Fragility of Goodness
How frail is the goodness of human nature!
We are fragile creatures who
can't seem to get by when we're left on our own.
We depend on the love in the hearts that teach us,
helping hands that reach for us, and
angels that rush down from heaven's throne.
The race to be run seems to go on forever,
the fight never seems to end;
the time for reward seems deferred till never,
with no time for us to mend.
Why does virtue seem to elude us?
Nothing ever seems enough.
Why does heaven seem to exclude us?
Or fortune play so rough?
The world is awful to those who face it,
who try to swim floods all alone;
we build a life for time to erase it,
nothing lasts made of flesh and bone.
How weak is the goodness of human nature!
We are fragile creatures who
can't seem to get by when we stand on our own.
We depend on the love in the hearts that teach us,
helping hands that reach for us, and
angels that rush down from God's high throne.
