2cor120

It came to me one night, a dream An idea, a thought, a better way Is this all there is, this life I have To wake and live another day Exist just like a cloud, or shrub To eat and sleep, work and play Go here and there, do this, do that Wait for Friday, bills to pay The hairs are counted on our heads Our bones will see decay But the spirit will live on Past when we’re old and grey A plan, a purpose, his promises pure I trust his word and pray I know that my Redeemer lives The truth, the life, the way