Ask and it will be given,
The knowledge that you seek,
For the spirit world will open,
To bestow gifts around your feet.
Death does not destroy,
The spirit that lies within,
Only the mortal body dies,
For death can never win.
When the body is buried it is mortal,
When it is raised its pure delight,
When buried it is ugly,
When raised it is pure and bright.
Death where is your victory,
Death where is your pain,
For the spirit has embarked on journey,
To a sphere on the astral plane.
Death takes away the mortal,
The spirit continues to thrive,
For death cannot destroy,
A spirit that is very much alive.
Malcolm G Bradshaw