There is a plan for greater than 
the plan you know;
There is a landscape broader 
than the one you see.
There is a heaven where storm
-tossed souls may go ~

You call it death ~  
we, immortality.

You call it death ~ this
seeming endless sleep;
We call it birth ~ the
soul at last set free.
'Tis hampered not by time
or space ~ you weep

Why weep at death ~
it is immortality.

Farewell, dear voyageur, ~
it will not be long,
Your work is done ~ now 
may peace rest with thee.
Your kindly thoughts and deeds ~
they will live on.

This is not death ~
it is mortality.

Farewell, dear voyageur, ~
the river winds and turns;
The cadence of your song 
wafts near me,
And now you know the thing
that all men learn:

There is no death ~ 
there is mortality.

(Author Unknown)