This day I choose

When I die...

I want to do so with the grace of my little crabby friend.

I want to perch on the rock of my Redeemer 

And stare the tide in the face

With the peaceful truth inside of me

that I faced down the raging waters

with calm in my heart

That I refused to love in vein

but embraced the goodness in everyone

That when the climb was to high

I did it anyway

I want to rest 

knowing that I had the courage

 the patience, and the passion

live a life of choice.

This day I choose to have a grateful heart.

And learn a good joke:)