Softly now, and gentle
The hands of heaven descend
They touch us once and leave us
Whilst our hearts rend
Torn by the taste
Of what might be, and will
Leaving us bereft
For home so ill.
Dark, dark the veil of tears
In a silver boat we face our fears
Sailing away from a red-gold sky
Cresting each wave, on our way to die.
The journey over, we're just passing through
This earth holds no more, for me, for you
On into love and warmth and light
No sea and no sun—and no more night
Death is a step in the right direction
The first thing toward a heavenly connection
Fear, the natural dread of all unknown,
In time, they say, even that will be gone.
The final countdown to a heavenly peace
Where quiet reigns and all is grace.
Black, black the water
But bright is the shore
Across the heavenly ocean
Where our life pours
Like so much blackened water
Over the blessed shore
May God forgive our trespass
And make us black no more.