The span of man's life was never
Here on earth meant to be forever
Fact is, we were born to die--
Some sooner of us than others,
But, it isn't when or why
But, WHERE that counts, my brothers
For if the loved one knew the LOrd,
Then be thou not afraid.
She is not lost, she is not dead,
But, only has gone on ahead
To wait in that fair land of dreams
Where all is pleasant and serene,
And life is like a peaceful chord
That's played and played and played.