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 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 from mortal years
to praise forevermore.
O Jesus, conquering the grave,
Your precious blood has power to save.
Those who trust in You will in your mercy find
that it is not death to die.
Original words by Henri Malan (1787–1864)
Alternate words by Bob Kauflin
Aching and grieving with hope.
Rejoicing and giving thanks that our friend and pastor is more alive than he's ever been.
We love you, Mark...
4 comments:
You keep my eyes fixed on Jesus, set in heaven. I love you. You always double my joy and cut my sorrow in half.
Oh, so quickly! :( I'm so sorry for your loss. Praying for you and all who loved your friend. Rejoicing that he is living large with Jesus.
I'm sorry, Nikki.
Thankful that God called Pastor Mark home (so soon, too!). Aching with those of you who mourn. Praying!!
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