It Is Not The End

We are consumed by this life

Strangled by wordly struggles

Over and over again, life's trials try to break us down

We will not give in this time

Frustration, temptation

So we lift our eyes up to the sky

Reminded of your wounds that set us free

Broken and bloodied you hung on that cross

And now with hands around my neck

I know that you are still with me

I trust your ways, i am yours

I am nothing, without my faith in your hands

I stumble to the ground

Broken and bloodied you hung on that cross

Take heed o my child, eternity draws near

(talking):

My earthly senses vanish like smoke, drifting up into the air

Breath escapes my lungs, never to enter again

My life flickers and is gone, like the wind upon a candle

Time exists only in memory yet i am aware

The world and its cares fall behind me

I am seperated from flesh, but it is not the end.

At this my heart pounds and leaps from its place

I feel a warmth that i have never known surrounding and comforting me

I am bathed in a radiant light pure and welcoming

The voices of angels resonate in every direction

As my visions clears i see not my earthly shell, but a new and perfect existence

And in this moment there is peace as i step forward towards the open arms of my king.

Where o death is your sting?

Where o grave is your destruction?