Coming to terms with the great certainty.

Face to face with another’s demise

my own mortality comes in full view

Known as “the way of all flesh”

No evading, no avoiding – this is true


Appointment which I must keep

Whate’er my station on this earth

as sure and certain is my death,

as was my day of birth


I may ignore, like ostrich bury head

I may live like my life will never end

Such foolishness changes not a thing,

it does not help when I pretend


But making preparation,

Is the wisest thing to do.

Be at peace with God, my Maker

and those around me too


So, ’til this earthly stage I leave

and every scene’s been traced

in shadow of eternity I’ll be

preparing for that face to Face.