It Is Not Death to Die

It is not death to die

To leave this weary road

And join the saints who dwell on high

Who've found their home with God.

It is not death to close

The eyes long dimmed by tears

And wake in joy before Your throne

Delivered from our fears.

O Jesus, conquering the grave

Your precious blood has the power to save.

Those who trust in You

Will in Your mercy find

That it is not death to die.

It is not death to fling

Aside this earthly dust

And rise with strong and noble wing

To live among the just.

It is not death to hear

The key unlock the door

That sets us free form mortal years

To praise you evermore.

Currently, I'm musing over the glorious hope of my Eternal Home. How I cannot wait to throw off these earthly shackles and take up my residence there! Living in light of eternity, with that beautiful rest ahead of me, that shining promise, keeps my mind focused on "things that are above." After all, they're far pleasanter to think about, aren't they?