Snippet
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the
transition that's troublesome. Isaac Asimov
Scripture
It will produce thorns and thistles for you,
and you will eat
the plants of the field.
By the sweat of your brow
you will eat your food
until you return to the ground,
since from it
you were taken;
for dust you are
and to dust you will return.” Genesis 3:18,19 NIV
Song
I am Mountain
by Gungor
I am mountain, I am dust
Constellations made of us
There’s glory in the dirt
The universe within the sand
Eternity within a man
We are ocean, we are mist
Brilliant fools who ruled and kiss
There’s beauty in the dirt
Wandering in skin and soul
Searching, longing for a whole
As the light, light, light of the skies, of the skies
We will fight, fight, fight for our lives, for our
lives
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh
I am mountain, I am dust
Constellations made of us
There’s mystery in the dirt
The metaphors are breaking down
We taste the wind inside a sound
As the light, light, lights of the skies, of the skies
We will fight, fight, fight for our lives, for our
lives
As the light, light, lights of the skies, of the skies
We will fight, fight, fight for our lives, for our
lives
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh
Momentary carbon stories
From the ashes, filled with Holy Ghost
Life is here now, breathe it all in
Let it all go, you are earth and wind
La da da da, la da da da,
La da da da, la da da da da
La da da da
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh
Sentence
Prayer
Thou only art immortal, the creator and maker
of mankind; and we are mortal, formed of the
earth, and unto earth shall we return. For so
thou didst ordain when thou created me, saying,
"Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou
return."
Into thy hands,
O merciful Savior, we commend thy
servant __________ Acknowledge, we humbly beseech
thee, a sheep of thine own fold, a lamb of thine own
flock, a sinner of thine own redeeming. Receive him
into the arms of thy mercy, into the blessed rest of
everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of
the saints in light. Amen.
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