Ask me if I'm ready, and i'll reply
As one given from birth, to live and die
Into eternity, in the span of a breath
This hollow body, being all that's left
But where do we go; does anyone know?
When that blessed chariot swings low.
To heaven above, or hell beneath
Into the remnant of those things that we bequeath?
Are we endless matter, traversing the expanse of space,
Or radiant energy, emanating in a childs face.
Do we cease to be; or do we finally become?
Maybe we will crest like the moon, or blaze like the Sun.
Is there some secret tunnel, or a ray of light.
Do we depart in sorrow, or in heavenly delight.
Who has returned? Can anyone testify.
To what truly awaits us, after we die.
History itself, tells us of only one.
Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son
So I will trust in Him and I will not fret
For the day of my death is not yet.
What things may come, will come indeed
To dwell on them prematurely, one has no need.
For my times are set, and my path laid out.
I came into this world with a cry, and i'll leave with a shout.
So ask me if I'm ready, and i'll reply
I was given to be born, to live, and then to die.
And on that day, when the reaper and I shall meet.
I will have no fear, because I live at Jesus' feet.