Pater Noster

In the afterlife there are no graves,
Or fields of the fallen dead.
No catacombs of weary bones
Where fearsome ghouls are fed.
No monuments to demonstrate
Where the remains that lie beneath,
Gather to them the tears I cry,
As I share with them my grief.
No one wears the wooden coat
In a realm of eternal night,
Instead their mortal coil is shed
As they pass into the light.
There received by the heavenly host,
Are they overwhelmed by grace.
And the ones they lost along the way,
Are once again to them replaced.
Oh My God, Hallowed be thy name which I adore,
Your blessings be upon us all, now and forevermore.
For it’s your promise of eternal life,
That lets me know I’m free.
Told to me by the words of Christ,
who came and died for me.

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