Death's Sleep

Man's life, beat and breath,
cannot encompass the depth of life,
whose meaning is hid by death's present sleep,
the sin that binds and deceives us keep.

Of those, the lost, the ones who fight,
and those, the called, the ones in flight,
sin the sting, death the king,
life to come to the one's Christ brings.

The sleep now holds the lost, who walk
In dream of hope and foolish thought.
They wait the day of awakening,
By death, execution, the great happening.

They lived a dream, of hope, less God.
They lived and knew His history.
That day they'll see and so they'll weep,
That day when no longer they sleep.

With serbain friends at thier home.