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?