Thee is a plan for greater than the plan you know;
There is a landscape broader than the one you see;
There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go;
You call it death -- we, immortality.
You call it death, this seeming endless sleep;
We call it birth, the soul at last set free;
'Tis hampered not by time or space -- you weep;
Why weep at death? 'Tis immortality.
Farewell, dear voyager, 'twill not be long;
Your work is done, now may peace rest with thee;
Your kindly thoughts ard deeds -- they will live on;
This is not death -- 'tis immortality.
Farewell, dear voyager, the river winds and turns;
The cadence of your song wafts near to me;
And now you know the thing that all men learn:
There is no death -- there's immortality.
--Author Unknown
Thee is a plan for greater than the plan you know;