What will we be?

I saw myself lying there

On a cold steal table

Exposed and bare

No spark of life left in my eyes

Just emptiness

Just emptiness

The time will come when our name will be called

It’ll be our turn to walk that hall

Young and old we’ll all breathe our last

Life is fleeting like the dieing grass

What will they say as I’m lying there?

Nice things?

Or will they care?

We all have bodies so weak on soft

Just a breath of wind and they’ll all be lost

We’ve all been told to live

Because tomorrow we might die

But we’re all so busy living

I think we’ve forgotten why

What’s behind our fleshy doors?

A heart that’s beating

Or is there more?

Or is there more?

They cut you open to see inside

No soul no life nothing to hide

You think you’re different

But when you’re dead

What’s so different?

We all have arms, legs and a head

If life is only bodies and nothing more

Then what the hell are we all living for?

There’s something more

There’s something more

I’ve read of people not afraid to die

They gave up their lives with out a final cry

What made them different

What made them brave

What made them willing to enter the grave?

All of creation took a single word

But we took more or haven’t you heard

All of creation will testify

I’m going to testify

I’m going to sing to my king most high

I’ll die so that I might live

In the life that God so freely gives

My body is just a tent

It’s not where the real me hides

I’m found in Jesus he is my joy

Clothed in a life that not even death can destroy

So what happens when you see you there

On a cold steal table exposed and bare

A silenced heart and nothing there

Just emptiness

Just emptiness

Just….. Dead.

I know some of you have already read this one on my other page, but in case you have not it is something to thing about.