When the music fades into the past, When the days of life are through, What will be remembered of where I've come? When all is said and done? Will they say I loved my family? That I was a faithful friend? That I lived to tell of God's own son? When all is said and done. Of how I long to see the hour, When I would hear that trumpet sound. So I could rise and see my Savior's face, And see him smile, And say 'Well done.' You can forget my name And the songs I've sung, Every rhyme and every tune. But remember the truth of Jesus' love, When all is said and done When all is said and done
Death has never been something that scared me. Even though it isn't always initiated by a peaceful thing, it always ends up peaceful. Every human fear and anxiety is gone and you become completely content. The way I view dying has a lot to do with the way I view life. We are all trying to get to heaven. That's what we strive and live for. ( some of us more than others) I cannot imagine not believing in heaven. How can you go through life thinking that this is it. This life is all there is. What do you have to life for? I love the fact and anticipation of that something more. I love knowing that no matter what pain and suffering happens here there is some place better that will take it all way and make it pure again. It is the complete image of contentedness. comfort. peace.
My friend who died did not believe in God. In fact she went out of her way to make that clear. Someone said to me, " Hopefully she is being proven wrong " I hope he is right.
We never know when our last breath will be. We have no idea what God has in store for us.
So live like you are dying and make every moment count. :-)

