Death is it, that’s what people say
No more bills to pay
They all shout hurray
They’re at peace at last they say.
But open your eyes look all around
Do you think THIS is really it?
Are they sleeping safe and sound?
With not a care upon their mind?
Each tiny baby beautifully crafted inside its mother’s womb
That flower in beautiful bloom
Each tree so tall and ant so small
Was it all just chance indeed?
Death and life, joy and sorrow
All those worries about tomorrow
And that deep down felt sorrow
Don’t believe the world’s lies and swallow.
For me death will not be the end
And into heaven I will ascend
In Jesus Christ I abide and his grace is sublime
And sufficient all of the time.
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