Die With My Boots On

When I die,

I pray I die with my boots on.

For the passerby,

Let there be no gravestone.

Carve no epitaph,

Shed no tear,

For it was only a moment,

That I was here.

So, with my final breath,

I say goodbye.

Now bury me,

Where I lie.

For, no work I did,

Could make me holy.

And no landmark is needed,

For dust to dust.

No funeral or casket,

Could make me worthy.

Through life and death,

The cross I trust.

So, with my final breath,

I say goodbye.

Now bury me,

Where I lie.