The road of life winds uncertain
Round and about the days and years
Each turn leading ever on
Through joys and sorrows unforeseen
Yet wherever the road may lead,
The destination isn't death.
For through the mysteries of time
A quiet word draws back in part
The mist obscuring what's to come
Exposing the lie so thoughtlessly held
About the end to which all paths lead
For they do not lead to death.
And so we need not fear
Though on this journey we may face
Illness grave in body or in mind,
Chance or fate or persecution's fiery embrace
For even if we should die
Still death is not the end.
"But when Jesus heard it he said, 'This illness does not lead to death. It is for the glory of God, so that the Son of God may be glorified through it.'" - John 11:4
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