When I disappear cold in the dirt and air
I'm safe in the warmth of His love and care
A cradle bought by Gethsemane's prayer
Another dimension of spiritual life there.
There is no death in the spiritual realm
The dancing continues to the Father's tune
The harmony of freedom and knowing Truth
On the eternal stage beyond the moon.
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