My life will run through its appointed course;
death will return my spirit to the Source,
my Lord and my Redeemer, Whose Salvation
has saved me and bestowed Life's exultation,
spared from effects of sin's foul degradation
and from the ghastly sentence of damnation.
In Heaven, with no obstacle that bars,
I shall rejoice to gaze upon Christ's stars;
and with His Poets, sing in jubilation---
for all existence is Christ's poetry,
collected there in festal celebration
without disruption through Eternity.
Each day I live, I am one more day near
this prospect, comfortable with no more fear.
[*/+/^]
Starward