Until the day of my death

**Until the Day of My Death** Until the day I will fall and die, until the day my tears will dry, when I will no longer choose but be chosen, when I will keep quiet and never respond to advanced languages, when I will treasure what's not physical; When beyond the unseen I will see, under the shadow of God's presence I will walk, under the echoes of death I will breathe, for His saving grace I will reach. I'm waiting for that day, the day I will wither and fall, the day I will walk through the valley of death, the day my wounds will heal and I will see God. Conquering the world is exhausting, the road to right and wrong is not defined, seeing seasons of grief is painful, but until the day of my death comes, I will find a way to be strong.