God has a calendar for each life … There is appointed to each of us … so many years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, and yes, heartbeats ... and then poof we’re gone … I’ve always found it to be peculiar, interesting, and sometimes troubling, that we are one heartbeat away from meeting our maker … There is, however, a way to find comfort and that is found in the gospel … Just be careful with all the world views and belief systems out there that you choose wisely … so
When it’s time to go you’re gone, Not a thing that you can do, When it’s time to go you’re gone, Though you just bought some brand new shoes …
They’re gonna put you in the ground and throw some dirt on you, 6 feet down is not so far, but it won’t matter, it’s true …
Your coffin holds but flesh and bone, but what remains aint you, Your spirit ascends at the speed of light, gravity can’t hold you …
As this jar of clay is broken … God’s face comes into view …
Frankie The Earthman 