They say that all things
Had used to be combined.
Together in God's world,
Existing freely under the Son.

But then one day,
A great ball appeared,
With a brand new kind of life
Living under His eye.

Time passed quickly
And the great ball became sick.
Threatening to fall
And destroy the life.

But God had long ago
Promised to save life.
He said the ball will die
But life will be preserved.

As the ball continues to die,
Life gazes at the stars
And wonders, "When?“
As the ball fades away.

And when all else is gone,
All life, no more,
It'll all be combined again,
On the day the stars collide.