You have held back my life from the pit of doom.

I must go away my life half spent.

Our path is but a moment to grave from womb.

We pass from ascent too soon into descent.

No more shall  I see the Lord in the land of the living.

No more shall I look upon men within the world.

But for all this I owe my thanksgiving.

For I know in my heart there is an afterworld.

My home is pulled up and removed like a tent.

Like a weaver you have rolled up my life.

I feel now soon I will be utterly spent.

In time this material cord will be cut with a knife.

But for you Lord my heart will live.

You cured me , kept me alive.

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My life is rolled up

Soon all this be over

But we just don’t know

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See Isaiah 38: 10-12,16