My fate
What shall my end be?
Will my mind be first to lose its strength or body, we shall see.
Shall I engage a fatal ill that's dank and cold and damp.
Will my fleshly heart explode with joy ? Need I warm at fevers camp?
Age always grinds a body down to dust from whence it came.
Some day I'll know what rung my bell and called to end my game.
It matters not the way I bolt and leave this place of mine.
My promised bloom I shall forthwith , dear Savior I am thine.
Trust in Thee I've long embraced , Some day Ill germinate.
I'll travel on to glory land and gain my promised fate.
What shall my end be?
Will my mind be first to lose its strength or body, we shall see.
Shall I engage a fatal ill that's dank and cold and damp.
Will my fleshly heart explode with joy ? Need I warm at fevers camp?
Age always grinds a body down to dust from whence it came.
Some day I'll know what rung my bell and called to end my game.
It matters not the way I bolt and leave this place of mine.
My promised bloom I shall forthwith , dear Savior I am thine.
Trust in Thee I've long embraced , Some day Ill germinate.
I'll travel on to glory land and gain my promised fate.