Life is full of fun and money, tried sex once was sweet as honey.
Who would know that fun would pass, and sex and money they don't last?
All the while the years click by, seconds, minutes, days, they fly.
While hanging on to time quite tightly, thoughts of death sneak up nightly.
But I push the thoughts away, besides- I lived another day.
What could possibly go wrong, with a man so smart and strong?
Hearts don't fail or cancers come to people over sixty-one.
I'm sure of that as people die (sometimes younger ones than I).
Then I think of all my chores, on thoughts of death I slam the door.
Somehow death can't tackle me, I'm sprinting on eternally.
(I could keep that lie alive, better at age twenty-five).
Ugly thoughts of end of life are brought to me by aching knees, various pains, and short memory.
This old body's showing signs of something I would call decline.
What the Heck? This shouldn't be! It's not the plan I had for me.
Don't ask me how, don't ask me why, somehow I thought I'd never die.
I'd keep on chugging endlessly, strong body, mind, and energy.
The details they do fail me know, but I'd succeed someway, somehow.
Aren't I the captain of my ship? barking orders from my lips?
Don't I decide which tack to sail? who gave the order I should fail?
I'LL NOT HAVE IT FOR ONE MINUTE! I'M THE CAPTAIN I SAY DAMN IT!
oh, so sorry, got worked up, just don't want to drink that cup
That cup of human frailty, for it brings loss and misery.
I'm fighting off that dark, dark, night when my life will take its flight.
To places I have never been, "no thanks" I'll stay right here again.
I want to be my own good god while walking on this earthen sod.
I chafe against any bit, that tries to make my will submit.
But I know what fool am I, mortality I can't deny.
And whatever makes me think I can pull back from the brink?
Have I had so much success, I think I'll never make a mess?
If I look back on my lifes trail, what gives me hope I will not fail?
Scattered all along behind, failures are not hard to find.
I've failed before will fail again, it only a matter of how and when.
So I have to honestly, think about my destiny.
Thought I hate to admit, to a higher power I must submit.
I'm not really any good at fixing me the way I should.
It's going to take a better plan to make of me a better man.
I look around and see, there's one who's call a Deity.
He's been trusted for so long, and even worshiped by a throng
of people oh so much smarter, the Bible seems to be their charter.
Though it says lots of things, there's one theme of which it rings.
And that theme is "live by faith", and you will find unending grace.
Grace to me the chafing one, to whom he says "please be my son".
Grace to get you through your trials, grace to others too (who wouldn't normally bring you smiles).
Grace to live, grace to die, and grace to trust he doesn't lie.
So now take a deep, deep breath, stop that worry about death.
And where we will go after that, my Good Lord didn't build no shack.
He's been making quite a place, it's all a part of his his good grace.
If faith it takes then faith it'll be, but solid rock faith you won't find in me.
It's stammering, stumbling, weakly me, until I reach eternity.
When that comes faith won't be needed, in fact faith will be unheeded.
We shall see him face to face, then all we'll think about is grace.
But faith for now however weak, is all my friend that we should seek.
