If I had just one thing to pray,
“Let the living die and the dead be raised,”
And at the sight of empty graves,
“Lay all lies to rest in their rightful place.”
If I could just one truth proclaim,
"Death is a lie. Death is a lie!"
And though this cask oft be a casket,
When the spirit is willing the flesh doesn't mean a thing.
Should those in the grave think to pray, let them ask from within their shame,
“Who has called us out by name,
that to him we would give all praise?”