My body works pretty well
But I see cracks within the shell
Entropy is trapped in every cell
The symptoms are awfully clear
They scoff and taunt and interfere
Acting young is growing insincere
I don't think I'll really want my new creation body
Till I put myself in a wheelchair
I doubt I'll appreciate what Christ bought for me
Before my mirror shows me gray hair
I'm already past my prime
I never learned to turn back time
Is decay the sentence or the crime?
So blind toward what I forsake
I praise the highs, ignore the ache
Pray life gives me more than death will take
But take what - isn't life a gift?
And a greater gift is yet to come
I don't think I'll really want my new creation body
Till I put myself in a wheelchair
I doubt I'll appreciate what Christ bought for me
Before my mirror shows me gray hair
What if that day comes
And we don't look 21
Instead, we've all got silver and white
Upon our heads?
And those who died at a young age
Will wear the badge of decades,
And not a soul feels older
'Cause futility is over
I don't think I'll really want my new creation body
Till I see what it took to get us there
I doubt I'll appreciate what Christ bought for me
Before I'm wearing, like a badge, my gray hair
I'm wearing, like a crown, my gray hair