Death has taken me out for a swing. br At first I didn't drop from the quickstep br In his dance and clogged right along br Until he drove the tempo up. br br How swiftly was I pulled into being br The jumping jack, the dancing chicken, br Becoming nothing but a scream to God br With no hope of what He was thinking. br br Then Death lifted me up high and spun me br Into the sky so God would be pleased with him, br For he doesn't take what God doesn't give.