We’re Not Dying, We’re Marching

We’re not dying, we’re marching,

‘Higher up and further in.’

The Lord Jesus is searching,

For lost sheep to bring in.

Onward dear Christian,

Follow your King.

For You will not remain,

In this suffering.

We’re not dying, we’re marching,

Straight through the pain,

With a cross on our back,

And Christ’s Spirit in our frame.

To follow Him means,

Denying ourselves.

As we open our hearts,

The deeper He delves.

We submit to Jesus,

In humility,

And He replaces our pride,

With selfless servility.

We’re not dying, we’re marching;

Those who trust Christ.

Us He is leading,

To new life through the strife.

These trials and pains,

That bend us down low,

Seem unending and heavy,

But that’s not truly so.

Compared to what’s coming,

For those who know Christ,

These burdens are nothing;

But birth pangs that bring life.

We’re not dying, we’re marching,

But like a seed we must die.

For unless it is buried,

No fruit tree can thrive.

Our Lord has not left us,

To rot in the dirt.

He has come to near to hold us,

And deliver from hurt.

Onward dear Christian,

Onward my friend.

We have hope in the grief,

For our Lord did descend.

Though life in this world,

Is filled up with pain,

Focus on Jesus,

And call on His name.

He has told us that in,

This world we’ll have trouble.

But also that He,

Will give peace in the struggle.

And when the day comes,

For us to die.

We’ll pass through that valley,

And see with new eyes.

No more will we see Him.

In a mirror half-dim.

We will fully behold Him,

Who swallowed our sin.

We’re not dying, we’re marching,

In step with our King.

Our home is in heaven;

It is there, us death brings.