We take for granted everyday life;
The rising of the sun,
The setting of the moon,
The falling of rain on fields in bloom

We assume our loved ones will
Live forever and ever,
Never thinking that this,
Just possibly, might be the time
That God steals them away;
One day is but a thousand years with God
And a thousand years but one day,

Love as if it’s the last time you will
Be with one another,
Love with all you have inside,
Love with all you are capable of giving;
God is God, not of the dead,
But the living