Ever never-ending

The day I die I will do so with my head up high.

I will welcome the breeze of your hand coming

down to lift me up into your presence.

I knew myself a sinner and a wretch,

but those days are over now, behind me.

My thoughts will have no second thoughts

about forgiveness or mercy.

I won’t be asking anymore for them

and I doubt you’ll grant them to those before your presence.

For when they needed them you always gave more

than what they asked.

All that’s left now is assurance beyond assurance,

Bliss beyond bliss ever never-ending.