STILL, I DIE
From my very first breath, I begin to die.
That is not such a bad thing; it is simply because God does not lie.
From my very first breath, he has me in his sights.
The Grim Reaper, Pale Rider, fourth horseman—names that simply say
“While it may not be today, my demise is in play.”
Still, I die.
At the very first breath, we begin to plan life at its best.
Whatever the plan, at its very best, the universal end will be accompanied by death, no question, no stress.
The number of days, months, and years I survive will always equate to my future deathly state.
Still, I die.
From my very first breath, I may be destined for greatness.
But no matter how great I become, there will come a day when I’m defined as the late, great one.
Still, I die.
From the very first breath, we are all racing toward death.
Debate me if you must, but at the end of this debate, it is ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
You can trust in that outcome; the first couple made it a must.
Still, I die.
From the very first breath, we are all established as equals, all headed to the grave; in this form, there is no sequel.
But while taking that breath, acknowledge the blessing it comes with.
Receive the joy from that breath, for which God does not repent,
All hail as it manifest, into the life God has rolled out for each of us with unmeasurable delight and success, with an understanding that each of us can be a king or a queen or whatever we like.
It begins with that first breath of life, which leads to that final exhale, which establishes that it is mortality from whence we all hail.
Still, we die.
From my very first breath, I begin to die.
That is not such a bad thing; it is simply because God does not lie.
From my very first breath, he has me in his sights.
The Grim Reaper, Pale Rider, fourth horseman—names that simply say
“While it may not be today, my demise is in play.”
Still, I die.
At the very first breath, we begin to plan life at its best.
Whatever the plan, at its very best, the universal end will be accompanied by death, no question, no stress.
The number of days, months, and years I survive will always equate to my future deathly state.
Still, I die.
From my very first breath, I may be destined for greatness.
But no matter how great I become, there will come a day when I’m defined as the late, great one.
Still, I die.
From the very first breath, we are all racing toward death.
Debate me if you must, but at the end of this debate, it is ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
You can trust in that outcome; the first couple made it a must.
Still, I die.
From the very first breath, we are all established as equals, all headed to the grave; in this form, there is no sequel.
But while taking that breath, acknowledge the blessing it comes with.
Receive the joy from that breath, for which God does not repent,
All hail as it manifest, into the life God has rolled out for each of us with unmeasurable delight and success, with an understanding that each of us can be a king or a queen or whatever we like.
It begins with that first breath of life, which leads to that final exhale, which establishes that it is mortality from whence we all hail.
Still, we die.