Her body was warm when I said goodbye.
Tears were flowin, wasn’t one dry eye—
I whispered in her ear that I loved her,
and I thanked her for loving me more.
Yeah, I thanked her for loving me more.
She stepped into heaven on Friday morning.
I drove home alone at noon the same day.
So much to do— no time to sit and feel.
We watched her casket fade on Thursday.
Yeah, we watched her casket fade on Thursday.
Now sixteen months have passed me by,
All those short weeks and longer nights,
our one flesh union was ripped in two.
I’m here, and she’s off dancin’ with Jesus.
Yeah, I was left down here,
while she’s off dancin’, dancin’ with Jesus.
Now I’ve learned a thing or two,
picked me up a whole new attitude.
Folks say there’s blessings in the tryin’.
I don’t know, this phase of life is new,
But now I’ve learned, lessons from dyin’.
Life is short, I’ll say it again—
Short for things that don’t matter.
Each day’s a gift, a gift to be lived,
there’s no second chance at her.
Moments are to be felt and held,
look them in the eyes to listen.
Our people have so much value
hold them, love them, and kiss ‘em.
How many times will that old sun rise?
With its beauty changin’ every second.
Stop and watch it only takes a minute,
pay attention—you’re being beckoned.
Lay on your back to watch the stars,
take that walk, smell those flowers.
Watch eyes sparkle and feed laughter.
Taste those flavors, all of life matters.
Did you notice the colors in the sunset—
how they float and never stay the same.
Have you walked in snow with bare feet?
Light a fire to see those dancing flames.
Now I’ve picked up a thing or two,
learned me a whole new attitude.
Folks say there’s blessings in the tryin’.
I don’t know this phase of life is new,
Here’s a few of those lessons from dyin’.
Life is short, I’ll say it again—
Short for things that don’t matter.
Each day’s a gift, a gift to be lived,
there’s no second chance at her.
Moments are to be felt and held,
look them in the eyes to listen.
Our people have so much value
hold them, love them, and kiss ‘em.
How many times will that old sun rise?
With it’s beauty changin’ every second.
Stop and watch it only takes a minute
pay attention—you’re being beckoned
Lay on your back to watch the stars,
take that walk, smell those flowers.
Watcheyes sparkle and feed laughter.
Taste those flavors, all of life matters.
Did you notice the colors in the sunset—
how they float and never stay the same.
Have you walked in snow with bare feet?
Light a fire to see those dancing flames.
I’m still standing, still walking.
even though I stand alone.
I’m still fighting, still tryin’.
My confidence has grown,
with all these lessons,
lessons from dyin’.
My feelings have deepened,
while my heart’s still beating.
Those tears running down my face
well, they don’t bother me at all.
These are just some lessons,
lessons from dyin’.
If you think I’ve been weakened,
and I don’t care that much anymore—
this weakness I’m carrying
it just keeps me close to him.
Jesus taught these lessons,
lessons from dyin’.
I’m trying to learn waiting.
but I’m flailing and failing.
It pushes me toward Him
and away from a life of sin.
Jesus taught me lessons,
lessons from dyin’.
Where’s God in all this mess?
He’s never been closer.
Where’s your God, in this mess?
He’s never been, never been closer.
Jesus has never, never been closer.
We can’t let that busy win—
your peace is worth fightin’ for.
No, don’t let that busy win—
your peace is worth dyin’ for.
Please don’t.
Don’t let that busy win!
Learn these lessons before dyin’.
These are just some,
some lessons from dyin’.
