Joy of the Christian Death
Like a tsunami rises from the sea;
death arises out of life;
every being has it's time;
every person the appointed day;
how we die is not our choice;
will we go in joy or strife;
some go crying, others in sleep;
others pain will lead the way;
After death what will there be;
is there something there for us;
scholars argue about the after;
but as a Christian, in Christ I trust;
when death comes to me no matter what way;
Quick or slow even a disaster;
To heaven for eternity;
never to cry or be displeased;
that is what waits after the Christian lives;
to worship God for ever more;
never be hungry or diseased;
for after repentance my Lord His mercy gives;
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