Words of Comfort

There is no death in Spirit
Let dead men bury dead
But of course by worldly minds
Another view is fed
Tis wise to grieve in this world
So from ourselves we shed
The loss, the fear, the sadness
Of our imagined separateness
But let us never think that
Even in this world
We could be apart from God
We are ever his concern
And he loves us dearly
Even in our darkest hour
For he knows in due time
Will arise our morning stars
And although in error and by self
We stray further from the path
God knows that such experience
Will bring us home at last
The need to turn away from sin
To seek a sweet repose
Found in our loving Father
From whom all things arose