We stand before the opening gate
To step within, discover our fate;
The Lord alone can tell
What bides us ill or well,
How long or short will be our wait.
Sooner than the blinking eye,
We’ll pass from here, to there we’ll fly—
No power can hold us back,
Nor shake us from this track—
To a dying world we say goodbye.
No more contained by love of earth,
We dive to embrace a life of worth—
A death, a silent tomb,
Release from certain doom—
Both word and water give us birth.