My Funeral

One day I saw a hearse go by
and thought, "How very sad that I
will one day have to ride in that,
and be all laid out cold and flat."

But as I thought about the ride,
I just began to laugh inside.
My relatives will all be crying,
they'll be so sad about my dying.

But as I'm lying in that hearse
I'll laugh so much I think I'll burst,
because the real "me" won't be there,
I will have gone to land more fair.

My Lord, you see, has died for me,
that from this world I might go free.
I'll ever listen for His call
to change my address once for all.

So Lord I pray for those I'll leave
that for my corpse they will not grieve.
Please show them of a new tomorrow -
how they, like me, can break death's sorrow.