We live for a time. Then we all have to die—
A doorway beyond, to the earth or the sky.
For after our breath, comes a moment so great,
A judgment from God and the sealing of fate.
Jesus once said, “Take your cross. Follow me,
For life isn’t in causing your own way to be.”
To cling to desire is to stumble and fall,
But dying to self is the best choice of all.
Imagine a pack full of rocks on your back,
Each selfish ambition, each habit, each lack.
You struggle and stumble. You’re bent, and you’re sore,
But leave them with Christ, and you’ll run evermore.
So death is a doorway. The choice is the key,
Not living for ourselves, but in Jesus, being free.
The path may be narrow, but life with him is the end,
Eternal with God—our Redeemer, our Friend.
