Man, we are dust.
And to dust we will return.
What we make of this life,
Will be our only turn.

Now a promise has been made.
To each one and to all.
Don't want to miss that train.
I want to make that call.

It's argued back and forth,
As to whether God exists.
And it's plain it can't be proved
So I place my bet on this

I 'll join the choir of souls
Gone before and those to come,
Who place their hope in God
and his eternal love.

So when I die, I'll die believing,
Believing in love,
And the good Lord above.
In a new day to come.
In God's only son,
When I die,
I'll die believing.

                          Peter Komisar