Our Turn

All living things will wither and die

At least all we've seen before our eyes

Grass and flowers, days and hours

Youth and beauty, strength and power

Everything that's ever been within our sight

Sprouts wings then disappears in flight

Yet the faithful heart with hope concealed

Waits patiently for what is to be revealed

Lives expectantly on claims staked sight unseen

Led by the hand of One who's always been

Walking with certainty in eternity toward the day

Old things are left behind, our turn has come to fly away

"Therefore if any man is in Christ, he is a new creature;

the old things passed away; behold, new things have come."

2 Corinthians 5:17 (NAS)