Alone in the depths of the seas;
No more purpose than to survive.
The oyster awaits, what it knows not.
Along comes the hand of destiny;
Lays within, what is foreign.
The oyster reacts, to what it knows not.
Days pass by, as do months;
Layer upon layer of work.
The oyster creates, what it knows not.
Likewise is man; Awaiting God's voice.
The foreign, his duties.
The man strives, for what he knows not.