Certainly

One day these lips won’t sing another tune, or utter another solemn prayer One day these eyes won’t see the sun rise, or shed a heart-felt tear One day these feet won’t tap to a beat, or stroll with a little child down the street But for all that shall cease, an absolute remains indeed FOREVER MY SPIRIT WILL DWELL WITH MY LORD For even this soul intertwined with it’s Creator knows not the inevitable day When it’s vessel shall fall in response to His call, and it’s spirit is taken away The Lord of Hosts has bestowed upon all the ability to freely choose GOD or the devil. Heaven or hell. To win or to loose. To be bound or free. And as for me, having been on both sides I choose Him I choose life I have freely chosen Jesus Christ I have died to live. He has suffered to give My transgressions upon Himself He bore I’m thankful to say that I’m His eternal slave And FOREVER MY SPIRIT WILL DWELL WITH MY LORD