Deathbed, Life, Heaven, sheep, God, AND ME!!

 Beautiful song, I cry every time I listen to the words. (lyrics below)  I just don't understand.  I can't help but feel that we can't really feel him, see him, or anything till we get to the point we are ready to be with him.  All we can do is simply blindly follow his word?  But what is his word?  I mean scriptures, as holy and respectable as they are, they aren't the word of god.  They are ONE man's interpretation of what god wants us to do.  Granted they are great guide lines, but they aren't gods words.  God does not speak English, Latin, Japanese, or any other language.  GOD DOES NOT USE WORDS.  So how do we know which way to go?  Faith.  Faith is the answer.  But what is faith?  Honestly I think for most people faith is following like sheep having "faith" that the herder will take them where they need to be.  Does that mean that we can't get to heaven without following the herder?  NO!!  Of course it may be easier to follow like a sheep...but since when did I do anything the easy way?  So don't tell me I’m a bad person, or judge me...you go be a sheep and follow your herder (prophet, bishop, etc) and I will find my own path.  Let's see who has the last laugh when we both end in the same place :D :D : D: :D



So overall, I think we will all have the opportunity to follow god, when it's our time.  We just have to have an open heart and follow.  however I DO not think that there is a "set" way.  I think that everyone can find their own path based on their own beliefs.  As stated before, I am no sheep and never plan to be.  The end.


-BRyce Kamryn

"Deathbed"

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end

But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I'll be home

The year was nineteen forty one
I was eight years old and
Far far too young
To know that the stories
Of battles and glory
Was a tale a kind mother
Made up for her son
You see
Dad was a traveling preacher
Teaching the words of the Teacher
But mother had sworn
Went off to the war
And died there with honor
Somewhere on a beach there
But he left once to never return
Which taught me that I should unlearn
Whatever I thought a father should be
I abandoned that thought
Like he abandoned me

By forty seven I was fourteen
I'd acquired a taste for liquor and nicotine
I smoked until I threw up
Yet I still lit 'em up for thirty more years
Like a machine

So right there you have it
That one filthy habit
Is what got me where I am today

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end
I can hear those sad memories
Still haunting me
So many things
I'd do again

But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I'll be home

I got married on my twenty first
Eight months before my wife would give birth
It's easier to be sure you love someone
When her father inquires with the barrel of a gun
The union was far from harmonious
No two people could have been more alone than us
The years would go by and she'd love someone else
And I realized I hadn't been loved yet myself

From there it's your typical spiel
Yeah if life was a highway
I was drunk at the wheel
I was helping the loose ends
All fall apart
Yeah I swear I was destined to fail
And fail from the start

I bowled about six times a week

The bottle of Beam kept the memories from me
Our marriage had taken a seven-ten split
Along with my pride the ex-wife took the kids

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end
I can hear those sad memories
Still haunting me
So many things
I'd do again

But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I'll be home

I was so scared of Jesus
But He sought me out
Like the cancer in my lungs
It's killing me now
And I've given up hope
On the days I have left
But I cling to the hope
Of my life in the next
Then Jesus showed up
Said "Before we go"
"I thought that we might reminisce"
"See one night in your life"
"When you turned out the light"
"You asked for and prayed for my forgiveness"

You cried wolf
The tears they soaked your fur
The blood dripped from your fangs
You said, "What have I done?"
You loved that lamb
With every sinful bone
And there you wept alone
Your heart was so contrite

You said, "Jesus, please forgive me of my crimes
Sanctify this withered heart of mine
Stay with me until my life is through
And on that day please take me home with you"

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end
I can hear You whisper to me,
"It's time to leave
You'll never be lonely again"

But this was my deathbed
I died there alone
When I closed my eyes tonight
You carried me home
[Jon Foreman of Switchfoot sings, as the voice of Jesus:]
I am the Way
Follow Me
And take My hand
And I am the Truth
Embrace Me and you'll understand
And I am the Life
And for Me you'll live again
For I am Love
I am Love
I, I am Love