On this road we travel, this thing that we call life.
Can be quite perplexing full of trouble and it's strife.
When the journey's over, our time on earth is done.
We will be rewarded for the faith kept in God's Son.
They say the dog is man's best friend, I'll have to disagree.
He's much more than a friend, he's part of my family.
Dogs are awesome creatures, unique in every way.
He's there to greet me when I wake and all throughout my day.
As I grow old, I try and see.
The precious gifts, God gives to me.
For in the past, I was so wrong.
And did not see, until they were gone.
Many times I am sorrowed, looking inward at me.
This poor wretched soul, a sinner I see.
And I'm certain God hates me, this man that I am.
I'm sure I have failed, His purpose and His plan.
These are the end of times my friend.
With each new day that's hastened in.
That day is close, even at the door.
This world will soon, be here no more.