Come to the place where time and space cease
In their common mode.
When loved ones gone aren’t in the past,
But in God’s great abode.
Time is a tool for humankind,
A tracking of our years.
Whose line becomes erased in death,
Yet drawn inward by the tears.
“Time of death” a term doctors use
Stating life as dead,
Is neutralized in Jesus Christ.
Remember what He said.
That death will die itself one day,
Departing with God’s dawn.
How glad to know when time does cease,
Death’s pathway will be gone.