Whether we flare for a brief moment
Or simmer a long steady time
We are--born to die
And yet You, Lord
Offer us eternity if we will grab Your hand
To run with You
To dance with You
To walk with You
My life spills out onto the earth
Where it will simply be soaked into nothingness
But You provide an escape, Lord
And with that escape comes life
--eternal, abundant, free
Welling up and spilling over always
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