I lift up my eyes to the hills-where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip-he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD watches over you-the LORD is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all harm-he will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.
Some say, that death is nothing at all,
But how can that be.
The feelings I now feel, that have put my life into free fall,
That have turned my life inside out, surely they are the key.
The hurt, the pain and anger that tear me apart,
The darkness and emptiness that my heart has filled.
It is these that tell me, death is something and make each day so difficult to start;
My hopes and dreams, along with your death have been killed.
How can I see that my life, along with yours, is not at an end?
Is there is to be another chapter, or is my life to end with a sword?
Where is my help to come from; where do I for help, send?
Then night turns to day, darkness to light: because my help comes in the name of the Lord!
Rob Mellowship Easter AD2005
Death is Nothing At All?