Realizations of a Dying Man

Here in this my darkest hour Chilled down to the marrow bone Once a vibrant now fading flower Where soon only weeds will grow I had thought myself invincible Here now holding auditions with death As he freely asks morbid questions of me Standing naked with no dignity left Too late now I'm looking inward At the empty boxes lining my soul Knowing full well that I was forewarned That one day this bell would toll Looking back on the years I have wasted At mine and others expense A bitterness so strong you can taste it The flavor, my own detriment I clearly see what could be too late for me Breathing out my final battle cry When in the end neither fame nor fortune Could replace my need for Jesus Christ