A Walk from Death to Glory

Photo by Javier de la Torre

Living life of a vapor, 
Pretending it will last forever.


In a blink of an eye we are dust,
Mortal is consumed by rot and rust.


As for man his days are like grass,
So momentary his glory,

The wind passes over and
Death is the aftermath.


Myriad of kings and kingdoms have come and gone.
All their glory forgotten, overthrown.


Futile is everything under the sun, 
Everything that does not laud God the Son. 


But they who love the Lord for them,
Death is just a beginning, not the end.


The seed fell on the ground and died,
Now grave is swallowed by eternal life. 


Worldliness only left a bitter taste in the mouth,
He smashed open the prison gates, I'm free and found.


The lust of the flesh doesn't dictate anymore, 
As deeper each day the longing to meet my Maker grows.


Now, as I wait for the trumpet sound,
Oh Father, let me not grow weary and confound.


The enemy wastes away bidding for my soul, 
Assured I walk knowing you are making me whole. 


Fixing my eyes on your appearing.
Cast away are old fancies in the light of your beauty. 


Take me home, oh Lord, take me home!
To be made one with You, forevermore.