Border Crossing
by Me
Dying is like border crossing,
That's what my dead uncle told me,
Being a ghost is like that time
He spent a year in Canada.
Your last breath is a passport if
Dying is like border crossing,
The last beat of your heart a mere
Flutter in the vast universe.
Saint Peter will greet you at the
Pearly turnstile in heaven if
Dying is like border crossing,
Demons will frisk you and find sin.
You will plead the blood of Jesus,
All those sins will be forgiven,
Pete will say, "Welcome to heaven,"
Dying is like border crossing.
by Me
Dying is like border crossing,
That's what my dead uncle told me,
Being a ghost is like that time
He spent a year in Canada.
Your last breath is a passport if
Dying is like border crossing,
The last beat of your heart a mere
Flutter in the vast universe.
Saint Peter will greet you at the
Pearly turnstile in heaven if
Dying is like border crossing,
Demons will frisk you and find sin.
You will plead the blood of Jesus,
All those sins will be forgiven,
Pete will say, "Welcome to heaven,"
Dying is like border crossing.