If a grain of wheat falls to earth and dies
The spirit takes flight to skies of times
Then falls grace like rain as they are remembered
As their bodies of death are dismembered
Clothing of glory like trillions of dimes
As sweet dreams continue and nightmares fall aside
God*s spiritual deposit is cashed out and tendered
For the eternal glory finally renders
A dream so real that isn*t pretend
No pain no sorrow and it never ends
The veil of patience and surprise is parted
And the wiles of the world are outsmarted
Every hair on his head has been counted
His soul wins the battle we never doubted
The treasures he stored up in heaven are carted
To his beautiful home to get started
On plans that will never ever fail
We say bon voyage go full sail
To the Golden Shore across the chasm
Beyond we don*t see but it*s merely a spasm
Before the moment deserts change to dales
And forests and still waters why do we wail?
5-30-2008
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