The End of His Days
(1/29/2023 Tom Entrican)
At the end of his days he will give up his dust
Doesn’t matter, ‘cause he really don’t care
All that he knew went away with the rust
Nothing left but old bones and gray hair
It wasn’t all bad, he’d loved and he’d lost
And he watched many friends walk away
He strayed oh so far and he paid the cost
As each sunset just marks off his days
Sure he’s a bit bitter, but some of it’s earned
He’s been knocked down so many times
But it does not compare to all that he’s learned
From the Word that has saved his life
He still has rough edges he’d like to be rid
In the grand scheme, perfection he’s not
With him and his Lord there is nothing hid
And he thanks Him for all that he’s got
He is a bit lonely, perhaps that’s by choice
On this world he’s beholding to none
So many people making so much noise
In a race he can no longer run
He knows the cost of grasping at straws
He was willing to accept every crust
He has never regretted heeding His call
And at the end of his days he will give up his dust