Independence Day

Life's a grave dug in the rain

without strength for a last goodbye.

Life's a gyre of blood and pain

and the unanswered question, Why?

Life is hard and life is cruel,

with talons that won't let you go,

but Momma didn't raise no fool

and deep within my heart I know

that life here is not everything,

that there's something lies ahead,

and so I will believe my King

Who sauntered back from being dead,

Who, gleeful, rolled the stone away,

and gave us Independence Day.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is STRIVE. I'll strive to do my best.

Strive ye not for glory,

for glory doth attend the grave.

Strive not to tell your story,

for the passing years won't save

your sins and graces from the dust

of a forgotten history.

Strive only now to place your trust

in the God that came to be

born Infant unto woman,

made Man of humble mien

in which Divine met human,

and in that meeting set the scene

by which at His own pain and cost,

restored to you is what you lost.

Three minutes forty-five seconds.

And what song is better here than Martina McBride's Independence Day

Sylvia celebrates her Independence Day, the day we found her, with ice cream. And for her, that day is every day.