When I breathe, my last breath.
I know I'll escape, the eternal death.
Even though, I die on earth.
My soul shall be filled, with joy and mirth.
There'll be no reason to murmur, nor complain.
I'll be with the Lord, who forever reigns.
I'll take one final gasp.
Knowing that I'm in God's grasp.
I'll have no reason, to sigh.
I'll have no more tears, left to cry.
I'll utter His name, as He whispers mine.
Everything, will be more than fine.
We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord. - 2 Corinthians 5:8