Our Path


People die; it’s the circle of life

You choose our path and we follow it

Family and friends are sad, but the deceased shall be happy

For they are going to the greatest place of all

The Kingdom of God.


Like birds in the sky

We fly gracefully and smoothly to our destination

That destination should be one place

And that should be the Kingdom of God


And when we get there, there will be no end


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