Perfector

For our friend, Dave, who is now with his Perfector.
I’m still a young man so I think very little of death, but who really does till it’s coming for them? And I know with each breath I come one closer, but death is just a hook behind the door where I’ll leave my dirty clothes....
They may dump my body in the sea or spread my ashes miles wide, but it won’t matter, all my parts will realign. They will rush to find each other when they hear their Lover’s cry and death will be abandoned when He comes back for His bride!
Saints are never buried, they are seeds planted who bring about a greater harvest when they burst forth from the earth that needed their fruits, but it could never hope to make enough room for their roots.
Death is swallowed up, it owns nothing in me! Oh, death is swallowed up, it owns nothing in me!
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His faithful ones!
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His faithful ones! Oh, death is swallowed up!
Oh, it was always You! It was always You! Oh, it was always You! It was always You!
Oh, it was always You! It was always You! Oh, it was always You! It was always You!
Oh, it was always You! It was always You!