A Psalm Of Life. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers And things are not what they seem.
Sometime, when all life’s lessons have been learned,
And sun and stars forevermore have set,
The things which our weak judgment here have spurned, The things o'er which we grieved with lashes wet.
This little poem was written and recited by Martin Luther at one of his Table Talks. Imagine sitting around the table with the great reformer, listening, learning, and considering this great treasure we have been given in the New Testament.