It's an amazing thing to me,
how short a span life can be.
A quick look at an obituary,
birth, the dash, then death; eternity.

How short the dash,
which represents the years.
What treasures that one can stash,
how soon the end of life; the tears.

Some think it not fair,
toward God they lash.
But all through the years,
God yearned to cleanse from sins' trash.

Of the world in which we abide,
to which warnings we snort.
Caring not, for us He was tried,
His own earthly life cut short.

Arising the third day,
His Spirit poured out.
The Church born in such an aweome way,
filled with His Spirit, thousands did shout.

With eternal life each were blessed,
and turned the world upside down.
Call on His Name they stressed,
and you'll receive Salvations' crown.

Thousands for the Truth were lashed,
as their sins forgiven, now submitted.
They suffered, were burned, brains dashed,
their souls to heaven were committed.

Oh!   Call on His Name today,
let His blood wash from sins evil blight.
He will fill you with His Spirit in such a way,
take all your doubts, and instill in you the right.

Knowing that forever you'll live,
when He hearkens you away from earths clash.
And brings you home, eternal life He gives,
and that little line depicting your lifes' dash.

Between your birth and your death,
The dash represents a life between two eternities,
Praising Him with eternal breath,
will be such a beautiful thing.

Knowing forever you'll praise Him for the flood.
living with Him in bliss everlasting.
Washed, cleansed by His precious blood,
His intention from the beginning.

Up there, we'll have no dash,
no more striving for clout and class.
No more clash, trash or rash,
life here is but a flash, represented by The Dash.