Is Death meaningless or costly?
No payment is ever enough
To keep the decay from turning to dust.
Whose wealth can fill the depths of the grave?
We return to the ground from which we came.
But there is a Grace that draws the poor from death
With riches from heaven that could satisfy God.
His poverty is plenty.
He pays for my life
I am taken to himself.
The ground can possess my dust
But my spirit to Him is bound.
For God who gives the spirit has reclaimed it forever.
My expected demise is exchanged for His eternal reward.
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