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
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