A GREATER PLAN

There is a plan far greater than the plan you know;

There is a landscape broader than the one you see;

There is a heaven where storm-tossed souls may go.

You call it death - we, immortality!

You call it death, this seeming endless sleep.

We call it birth, the soul at last set free.

'Tis hampered not by time or space - you weep.

Why weep at death? 'Tis immortality!

Farewell, dear voyageur; 'twill not be long.

You work is done - now may peace rest with thee.

Your kindly thoughts and deeds, they will live on.

This is not death - 'Tis immortality!

Farewell, dear voyageur. The river winds and turns.

The cadence of your song wafts near me.

And now you know the thing that all men learn:

There is no death - there's immortality!