We do not grieve Like the rest who grieve And tirelessly run from pain And painfully—importantly— Run from grief. Those who rise first Are those who died first And certainly we who live Will not rise—importantly— before the dead. Those who stayed awake, From sleep they awake, Now earnestly they will live Though they died—importantly— Who live through death. The Lord of life slept For us who have slept, And wondrously to wake us, Then he’ll make us—importantly— Rest for our good. We who die by wrath Of man, but not God’s wrath, For lovingly he loved us, Appointed us—importantly— For salvation. We who are left, Those who haven’t left, But faithfully remained true, Join the faithful—importantly— At God's right hand. We will all be with the Lord.
