DEATHBED

I can smell the death on the sheets. Covering me. I can't believe. This is the end But this is my deathbed. I lie here alone. If I close my eyes tonight. I know I'll be home The year was nineteen forty one. I was eight years old and far far too young. To know that the stories. Of battles and glory. Was a tale a kind mother made up for her son You see, Dad was a traveling preacher. Teaching the words of The Teacher. But Mother had sworn. He went off to the war. And died there with honor somewhere on a beach there. But he left once to never return. Which taught me that I should unlearn. Whatever I thought a father should be. I abandoned that thought like he abandoned me By '47 I was fourteen. I'd acquired a taste for liquor and nicotine. I smoked until. I threw up yet I still. Lit 'em up for thirty more years like a machine. So right there you have it. That one filthy habit. Is what got me where I am today I can smell the death on the sheets. Covering me. I can't believe. This is the end I can hear those sad memories. Still hauting me. So many things. I'd do again But this is my deathbed. I lie here alone. If I close my eyes tonight. I know I'll be home Got married on my twenty first. 8 months before my wife would give birth. Its easier to be sure you love someone. When her father inquires with the barrel of a gun. The union was far from harmonious. No two people could have been more alone than us. The years would go by and she'd love someone else. And I'd realized I hadn't been loved yet myself From there its your typical spiel. Yeah if life was highway I was drunk at the wheel. I was helping the lose ends all fall apart. Yeah I swear I wasdestined to fail and fail from the start I bowled about 6 times a week. The bottle of Beam kept the memories from me. Our marriage had taken a 7 ten split. And along with my pride the ex-wife took the kids I can smell the death on the sheets. Covering me. I can't believe. This is the end I can hear those sad memories. Still haunting me. So many things. I'd do again But this is my deathbed. (this is my deathbed) I lie here alone. (lie here alone) If I close my eyes tonight. (close my eyes) I know I'll be home I was so scared of Jesus. But the sought me out. Like the cancer in my lungs that is killing me now. And I've given up hope. On the days I have left. But I cling to the hope. Of my life in the next Then Jesus showed up. Said“Before we go up. I thought we might reminisce.” See one night in your life. When you turned out the lights. You asked for and prayed for my forgiveness You cried, wolf. The tears they soaked your fur. The blood dripped from your fangs. You said ‘What have I done?' You loved that lamb. With every sinful bone. And there you wept alone. Your heart was so contrite. You said‘Jesus please forgive me of my crimes. Sanctify this withered heart of mine. Stay with me until my life is through. And on that day, please take me home with you' I can smell the death on the sheets. Covering me. I can't believe. This is the end I can hear you whisper to me. Its time to leave. You'll never be. Lonely again But this was my deathbed. I died there alone. When I closed my eyes tonight. You carried me home I am the way. Follow me and take my hand. And I am the truth. Embrace me and you'll understand. I am the life. Through me you'll live again. For I am love. I am love. I am I am love.