I may
live to be one hundred,
Or,
maybe one hundred and ten…
Some
folks say, “Life ends at fifty…”,
But
that may be when mine begins.
I’m
young and healthy and robust,
On no
one for help I depend;
Yes,
I have plenty of time left…
My life
is nowhere near its end!
Of
course, I don’t know that for sure.
I’m not
a bad person, you see,
At least
not as bad people go;
I’m
friendly, and I go to church…
I mean,
I go sometimes… you know.
I never
say a dirty word…
Well,
I don’t mean to, anyway.
I have
time to clean my up my act…
It’s
a long time ‘til Judgment Day.
Of
course, I don’t know that for sure.
You know,
I’ve always been lucky,
Things
have a way of working out;
The
Good Lord, He understands me,
I’ve
nothing to worry about.
He’d
not let me die unprepared,
He’ll
make sure that I am all right;
I will
be ready when death comes…
But
that day’s still far out of sight.
Of
course, I don’t know that for sure.
Friend,
part of your speech may be true,
But,
part of it is simply wrong;
You
say you’ll come to Him someday
But
pal, you may not live that long.
You’ll
live ‘til you die, this I know,
And
then before Him you will stand.
If death
comes before you prepare
Then
you’ll not reach the Promised Land.
And
yes, friend, of this I am sure.
H.
L. Gradowith
02-07-2002