There was a time I was not me,
Unusually false was my game.
Honesty in myself, a little wee,
A bad status given to my name.
In time, the truth of who I stood,
Made me into a very good man.
Sin dumped me like it should,
I must persist on; I know I can.
I have learned to accept truth,
Instead of contemplating a lie.
Unaware Like I did in my youth,
Meaningfully, all of us will die.
Often, we expect for the best,
As we approach that big day.
Forever hopeful of that quest,
Jesus is our life, truth, and way.
Going into eternal bliss,
Or perpetual continuity.