They Will Not Be Disappointed

They will not be disappointed That dream of paradise on high So sure of heaven above When they die But if there is no heaven No second life to come They will not care They cannot care There is no care They will be gone A rotting husk Some scattered dust Some whitening bones Either way, they will not be disappointed when they die. But if they’re resurrected To sit in heaven’s light For ever and eternity In gowns of purest white Surrounded by God’s love Playing harps Will they be bored? After a billion or two years? How will they be – The friends and family They hope to see again? Demented brains renewed? Will unformed babes still mew? They may be disappointed when they die. Will spirit die with brain? The software of that computer The files we call the soul Crumbling into mush With the hardware Hard disk wiped clean For ever? Nothing left Nothing there to care Completely gone Just a rotting husk Some scattered dust Some whitening bones Either way, they will not be disappointed when they die. Churches promise heavenly life For your immortal soul They say on “God’s authority” But who has seen his signature Upon a legal scroll? Its easy to give promises When proof is not required No one’s come back to say “Its true! There’s glory here for me and you!” Or -- “NO! - I’m nothing now at all Just a rotting husk Some scattered of dust Some whitening bones” Either way, they will not be disappointed when they die.