At the threshhold of the tomb,
when our Creator bids us, come;
when our turn has arrived
to bid a bye to the world;
when we leave this stop-over stage
and travel beyond into the unknown;
then, and only then,
shall we know loneliness.
Our relatives and freinds,
our neighbourhoods and all
will've no meaning to us.
The road's unknown and unmapped,
it's dark alone there.
Yet when He calls
we'll have to heed the call
and on our own get up and go
to sit before our Maker
as he exercises judgement over us.