When I Die
When I Die
Bury me near the trees
Where light plays through green leaves in spring
And red golden ones in fall.
Where a warm sunrise can shake the chill of winter
For all who pass the resting place
The monument of the temple of my spirit
Where my frail, corrupted body
Awaits a perfect restoration
At the Master's hand.
When I Sin
Though Spiritual Death
Would separate me from God
Another restoration can happen for me
Daily as I repent and return to Him
Who saves my soul.
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