Father, I will know you,
much better after death;
when my soul has died,
when I've taken my last breath.
For all of us must die,
before we truly live;
and like your precious son,
our souls to you, we give.
And in our offerings,
we have expectant hope;
that in what we all encounter,
with You alone, we cope.
Down on earth, below,
we all must pass Your test;
knowing that which follows,
will surely be the best.
Your blessed word is
our great light,
that sees us through,
life's constant fight.
A lamp that shines forever,
for our hurried feet;
where hearts and minds
are mended,
to the glory that we'll meet.
You are the true, eternal dream,
that we can clearly see;
we ask that You do keep us,
in Your sacred memory.