At the end when my number is called, I will hold my head high. Knowing for I God has done all, With that last breath I will not cry. I will sing praise with the angels, Knowing divinity is holding my hand. Life difficulties and all its shambles, Will have zero power as I return to the sand. This shell of frailty dissolves to dust, My soul becomes free and returns home. To the almighty father of the just, Residing next to the golden throne. In perpetual peace and everlasting tranquility, The grace of eternal bliss is now here. To be with my maker and universal divinity, Home at last in the saviors care. I will wait in timeless wonder, To meet again with my earthly loves. Being wrapped in the arms of the father, Seeing only the joy of above. With my life’s last breath, I will pass to glories side. Telling the serpent he lost his bet, Now into joys eternal shine.