I will fade

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All of us must die eventually. Our lives are like water spilled out on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. But God does not just sweep life away; instead, he devises ways to bring us back when we have been separated from him (2 Samuel 14:14; NLT).

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Lord,

1. I will fade, and suffer pain,
For all must die
To rise again.

2. I will trust your love and grace,
For all must die
In your embrace.

3. I will give up all I do,
For all must die
To merge with you.

4. Willingly, I’ll leave this place,
For all must die,
To see your face.

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References

1. No one can live forever; all will die. No one can escape the power of the grave (Psalm 89:48; NLT).

Those who die in the Lord will live; their bodies will rise again (Isaiah 26:19; NLT).

2. The eternal God is your refuge, and his everlasting arms are under you (Deuteronomy 33:27; NLT).

3. If we die with him, we will also live with him (2 Timothy 2:11; NLT).

4. Now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face (1 Corinthians 13:12; NRSV).

4 thoughts on “I will fade

  • This is a very sober but beautiful poem Ruth. I recognise it as a stage I faced several years ago when I was waiting to know what grade my brain tumour was. People I spoke to called it “giving up” but they couldn’t be more wrong. The reality of that time was I had a settled peace with whatever outcome God had for me. I trusted Him wholeheartedly, even in death. Thank you Ruth for reminding me of this. I pray that our Father will sustain you, physically and spiritually.

    • Thank you so much for your message, Alan, and I’m always delighted if you are touched by one of these prayers. I felt exactly as you describe when my cancer was diagnosed, and I had my surgery. Now I’m just exhausted, and barely functioning. Love and blessings to you both, from Ruth xxxxx

  • Many people don’t want to dwell on the frailty and transience of life, but facts are facts. Our bodies will all one day die, but not our souls! When I made mistakes as a child, my grandmother would often say, “It’s OK, you’re just a man made out of mud!” From dirt we came, and to the dirt we shall return, but God remains.

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