Where Are You Going

The grave the end for all of men; And every women too! Did you ever contemplate; The finite number of your days? Do you think the squirrel in the road; Ever contemplated his finite days? I watched an osprey swoop down And pluck a fish from the lake. Do you consider they contemplate; Their finite days on earth? Bombs and bullets will never stop. So governments lead us to destruction. Cancer knows no discretion. Monday could be bright sunshine; Tuesday could be the end of your line. Now such contemplations, Could cause fits of depression. Save for this living revelation. The grave didn't hold! Jesus walked out of the tomb, And you will too! Thus it's only a question of direction.