When you think about the dead,
The word they once said,
The life they once lived,
Whatever that may be,
It’s all gone; they’re no more,
like the passing of the wind.
You are led to ponder;
What’s life here, after all,
The usual chase after vanity?
Never enough; there’s more to do.
Does anything truly satisfy you?
Death is coming for sure,
However way it comes,
What, then, is your hope in this?
What is the point of all this?
Ponder deep, my friend,
Ponder now about the end.
You are faced with the truth.
Death is already here,
Gone with the wind,
A flash of light, and it’s gone.
Don’t waste this chance, my friend,
This is not the end,
Remember death in all you do,
But there’s hope only at the Cross,
To die is gain, and to live is Christ,
This is the endgame, my friend;
When death comes at last,
Your life in Christ alone shall last.
Wow.This is very touching and inspiring