I heard this morning of another
whose time had run out
and stepped into Jordans water
and has taken deaths' route

As each one is called
and step to the head of the line
each experience deaths' fall
when the death angel whispers 'it's time'

Each will go the way of the grave
instructed and warned by the Word He gave
a time to be born and labor
a time our fruits to savor

We hear warnings of an unpleasant future
yet we dream for tommorrow even further
and as an omen like thunder is heard
a time to die - our souls flee like a bird

In denial of dire warning we're spurred
by want of life our vision is blurred
sensing the grim reaper we shudder
and hear the quiet whisper - Yet Another