I used to think the world was round
That everything is circular and never ending,
That our lives are recyclable and have no meaning
That all that dies lives again
That every year will be followed by another
And another forever or so I believed
BUT THEN, I realized that the world is flat
I realized that we are moving in a definite direction
That has a beginning, a middle and an end
That there is profound meaning in every little thing I do
Every thought, every sign and every movement
Headed towards an ending that is not to be trivialized
Everything is new and each day to be cherished
Never to be seen again
There will be an ending, a day of reckoning
When everything that has mattered will be judged
When all of our actions and thoughts and deeds
Are brought forth to be examined and sorted out
By Good and by the Bad
On that day, Jesus will come and gather us up
Into his arms to save us from crumbling soil
We will destroy ourselves as men are wont to do
So that there will be no recycling, no new beginning and no new day
There we will be delivered at the ends of the earth
Just as the explorers once believed it was so
With only our souls on our back and nothing more
There is an ending to our time on this earth I feel

I know it when I look up to the sky and into the light
And see His hands cupped and reaching down
Beckoning like a comforting friend
Reaching to gather us up to Him close
And save us from ourselves and our useless knowledge
That in the end means nothing! Everything will come to a halt!
At the feet of the Almighty where it once began
And only He knows what will happen next.