Our Lord, in all generations
you have been our home.

You have always been God--
long before the birth
of the mountains,
even before you created
the earth and the world.

At your command we die
and turn back to dust,
but a thousand years
mean nothing to you!
They are merely a day gone by
or a few hours in the night.

You bring our lives to an end
just like a dream.
We are merely tender grass
that sprouts and grows
in the morning,
but dries up by evening.

Teach us to use wisely
all the time we have.

Psalm 90:1-6, 12 CEV