It’s the final week

Before the clock moves

The sunlight will shift

I watch it fade

Knowing each day is a gift

Past to present – 15 years like fluff

Living to witness the things I’ve prayed

Hoping all my efforts and prayers are enough

One by one as I approach the dust

But yet to peak

I better hurry before I miss it

I’m seeing now I’m not immune

It’s sure like the seasons

But it has me unsettled

As I watch from the sideline

Knowing at some point it’ll be my time

I still can’t help but feel it’s treason

Forever is in my heart like it’s in yours and Yours

Though the curtains are closing and the sun is setting

I’m in the grip of the clock

I live knowing – I won’t be forgetting

Where I’m going

The Rock on which I’m standing

Hang on to me

In my final week

As I grow weak

Long after I peak

As You hold the sun, the curtains, and the clock

As I hold on to You – because I’ve heard You speak

The Author of all eternity