Song of the Dead

With burdens lifted,

There is no more pain,

With our hearts lifted,

All sorrow is gone,

With spirits lifted,

Fellowshipping together,

Fellowshipping forever,

In joy with God.

Hear song of hope,

With words of learning,

No more yearning,

The world is turning,

Below and within,

Again and again,

For to be with him,

Is to be in love.

Looking from below,

Through cloud of pain,

We see the truth,

Far past our burdens,

We feel the promise,

Through sight of heart,

We know the truth,

Of free will blessing,

As the song rises,

Deep from our souls.

Our songs do meet,

Within the air,

As the birds dance,

Between the rhythms,

While the winds blow,

The string’s sweet tones,

For we do choose,

Wisely forever,

As other choice,

Brings silence.