14. When I left the body

My bugle grieved
When I left the body
For a future hope-life.
Do you believe it?
Well, I tell you,
God believes me totally,
And needless to say,
Unmistakably.

My bugle smiled
When I left the body
For a future surrender-love.
Do you believe it?
Well, I tell you,
God believes me unreservedly,
And needless to say,
Unmistakably.