The man

The lines upon the old man's face
Fill my heart full of grace
He has no power to keep up pace
Time has caught him up
He lies upon his wrinkled face
The light grows darker and starts to race

The man has lost his dignity
He cries to God for eternity
On the ground he bows his knee
He prays for his heart
I sometimes think the man is me
Lost and hurt without the glee

Tired and weak he begins to stumble
Far to proud to be humble
The world around him starts to crumble
He's finished off without a doubt
He moans and groans and grumbles
Turned upside down he takes a tumble

The man is laid upon the bed
Softly putting down his head
Eyes closing as if they were lead
Standing by the man they cry
The will is read
But the man asleep is dead

But the man who used to fight
Is in heaven dressed in white
The lord did hear what he said
As he prayed upon his bed
Even though the man did die
He lives with God by his side