Life and death are what you make of them. What you believe determines your joy and sorrow.
When life's over and we're done We are called, we have no voice Crossing is for everyone We must go, we have no choice The waters may be dark and deep When crossing to other side Those we've left may moan and weep Contending with the changing tide Their time will come, it could be soon The bridge is there for crossing o'er No longer see the Sun and Moon Life's travels end on distant shore There should be joy to end the race Takes death to gaze on Jesus' face
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