Dust to Dust and Somewhere

Like a plant from a seed is sown it must have died

For the plant to grow from that tiny seed of wheat

Or a caterpillar in a cocoon that dried

Emerges a yellow butterfly it's neat 

Like the pilot of a plane the spirit flies

The body wears out and turns to a pile of rust

Even its pilot dies and its spirit dies

And a body dies but then in the end it's dust

Nobody to fly nobody to live it's gone

With no body left but God to do it once more

And in heaven he gives it a way to be or go on

Brand new and imperishable unlike before

We aren't us in heaven before we know it's there

Invisible invincible but somewhere!