The Game Called Life

Dying is a lonely, cruel game.
That nobody wants to play with you
It leaves your body broken, your heart hurting.
Further and further away drift those who should care.
No one understanding the pain tearing ragged rips
Through one’s flesh and bones.
Dying is a lonely, cruel game.

Eternal living is a joyful game
That many yearn to play with you.
Heaven reveals your body healed, your heart rejoicing.
Little does it matter if people drift away
Because the Savior understands it all completely.
He never abandons or hurts.
Eternal living is a joyful game.