This song was given to me on a cd by a precious friend. (The lyrics are below.) This has ministered to me immensely during the difficult days since Mom's passing from this life to the next.
It is not death to die,
To leave this weary road,
And midst the brotherhood on high
To be at home with God.
It is not death to close
The eye long dimmed by tears,
And wake, in glorious repose,
To spend eternal years.
It is not death to bear
The wrench that sets us free
From dungeon chain, to breath the air
Of boundless liberty.
It is not death to fling
Aside this sinful dust
And rise, on strong exulting wing
To live among the just.
Jesus, Thou Prince of Life,
Thy chosen cannot die:
Like Thee, they conquer in the strife
To reign with Thee on high.
For the child of God, death has been beat; there is no sting, no fear, no mystery and no loneliness. Praise Him for conquering all.
2 comments:
Beautiful song. And the words of truth. It is we who are left behind who are troubled and grieving. Praise God for your dear Mom being in His eternal light.
I have just come from Stacey's blog - this is a very beautiful song and the words are so true.
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