To The Church

As  you  laugh,  someone  cries.

As  you  live,  somebody  dies.

One  will  fall  but  another  will  rise.

Someone  loves,  someone  hates.

And  as  you  ascend  into  Heaven,

Others  pass  through  Hell＇s  gates.

And  let  us  not  lose  compassion

For  those  who  have  yet  to  be  pardoned.

May  we  not  forget  our  fellow  man.

Mourn  with  those  who  mourn,

And  rejoice  with  the  joyous.

May  we  not  forget  our  past,

So  if  grace  was  ever  given,

We  would  be  the  first  to  give  it.

And  let  us  not  lose  compassion

For  those  who  have  yet  to  be  pardoned.

And  I  know,  by  the  grace  of  God,  I  roam,

And  I＇ll  stand  before  Him  naked  and  alone.

And  so  will  we  all  when  death  comes  to  take  us  home.

The  world  is  ours  to  take,  so  let＇s  take  it.

If  the  world  is  man＇s,  it  is  what  he  makes  it.

And  let  us  not  lose  compassion

For  those  who  have  yet  to  be  pardoned.

And  I  know,  by  the  grace  of  God,  I  roam,

And  I＇ll  stand  before  Him  naked  and  alone.

And  so  will  we  all  when  death  comes  to  take  us  home.