I’m still a young man

So I think very little of death

But who really does till it’s coming for them?

And I know with each breath I come one closer

But death is just a hook behind the door

Where I’ll leave my dirty clothes....

They may dump my body in the sea

Or spread my ashes miles wide

But it won’t matter, all my parts will realign

They will rush to find each other

When they hear their Lover’s cry

And death will be abandoned

When He comes back for His bride!

Saints are never buried

They are seeds planted who bring about a greater harvest when

They burst forth from the earth that needed their fruits

But it could never hope to make enough room for their roots

Death is swallowed up

It owns nothing in me!

Oh, death is swallowed up

It owns nothing in me!

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His faithful ones!

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His faithful ones!

Oh, death is swallowed up!

Oh, it was always You! It was always You! Oh, it was always You! It was always You!

Oh, it was always You! It was always You! Oh, it was always You! It was always You!

Oh, it was always You! It was always You!