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(Verse 1)

The last breath is gone, the candle is out.

A boat of dreams drifts by the shore of the soul, without a doubt.

The body, a cocoon that once bloomed with might,

now falls asleep, but the spirit takes flight.

(Chorus)

Death is not the end, it's only a river.

Crossing the night to the dawn, a grand reliever.

Jesus is the bridge, the boat that will go,

to the shore of a sun that will never let go.

(Verse 2)

He is the root that the winter won't wither,

the guiding star, the blessed fire's flicker.

He gave us His map, His love as our compass true,

to find a home that no one can ever bury or undo.

(Chorus)

Death is not the end, it's only a river.

Crossing the night to the dawn, a grand reliever.

Jesus is the bridge, the boat that will go,

to the shore of a sun that will never let go.