Punchline
When we take our final breaths,
I hear we finally figure it all out.
When God gets to the punchline,
we laugh right out loud.
Everything seems to make sense
just when it’s about to change.
I’m told it’s all worth savin’
once it goes up in flames.
When we trade this existence,
you better leave more behind than regret.
Or odds are no one will be there
to read your death certificate.
When the truth finally reveals itself,
it says it’s been there all along.
But before you can introduce it,
it'll already be gone.
But we’ll all laugh without pain
at least one more time.
Cuz God’s got the greatest sense of humor
and we’re waiting on the punchline.
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