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As they gather at the funeral wake
To speak of good times gone by
The deceased soul learns some more
Revealed reality, the flames of unrest

SONG: "Maybe his in his next life"
Sobs ma as the tears roll
Unknowing the eternal destination
As He awaits the judgement throne

SONG: "He's at rest now"
The hired celebrant proclaims
He tickles all the ears
While sin is exposed by the Heavenly Host

Silence falls over the crowd
As the casket lowers into the ground
While kneeling in the Heavenlies
Confessing the forsaken Lord of his life

SONG: "How can God allow this"
Cries sister in lament
But God had other plans
And revealed what this has meant

You gather what you cast into this straying earth life
While man has his will, the Son paid the price

You turn the flesh back into dust
Saying return to dust you sons of Adam
Lord teach us so to number our days
That we may apply our hearts to wisdom
In order that we avoid the aftermath of separation
Returning to the original purpose of creation

So back on earth men make their claims playing
SONG: "Where do they go" games
While up in Heaven the creator cries as people listen
To each other's lies
As they gather at the funeral wake   To speak of good times gone by   The deceased soul learns some more   Revealed reality, the flames of unrest      SONG: "Maybe his in his next life"   Sobs ma as the tears roll   Unknowing the eternal destination   As He awaits the judgement throne      SONG: "He's at rest now"   The hired celebrant proclaims   He tickles all the ears   While sin is exposed by the Heavenly Host      Silence falls over the crowd   As the casket lowers into the ground   While kneeling in the Heavenlies   Confessing the forsaken Lord of his life      SONG: "How can God allow this"   Cries sister in lament   But God had other plans   And revealed what this has meant      You gather what you cast into this straying earth life   While man has his will, the Son paid the price      You turn the flesh back into dust   Saying return to dust you sons of Adam   Lord teach us so to number our days   That we may apply our hearts to wisdom   In order that we avoid the aftermath of separation   Returning to the original purpose of creation      So back on earth men make their claims playing   SONG: "Where do they go" games   While up in Heaven the creator cries as people listen   To each other's lies