Death cannot end or steal the spirit that lives in those we leave behind to grieve us as over life's tossed sea it strives
the feeble soul lifts over the tide
as toward lighted portals glide
to float upon a wider sea
until a heavenly port eyes see
when home at last through the restless waves
held in the Master's hand
we sail a lovely sea, so vast
it bounds beyond human grasp
known only to the Mighty one who calmed the roaring waters
our Father ,and our God