In the long path of silence
God beckons me with a smile;
In the process of being transformed
I shall go to him flowing.
Across the river shall I swim
over the mountains shall I fly;
And meet Him with outstretched hands,
along the tune of His flute's rhyme.
Leaving behind the pleasure and pain
thinking of nothing more to gain;
fly shall I high in the sky
fly, fly and fly...............
God has taken me into His arms
the realm of life remains behind;
leaving away the earth, moon and sky,
die I, die and die.........
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