Chorus
If I ever die…
You must celebrate my wedding.
When I finally die…
Dress me in white as a bride.

This life is not worth its living
Except only to discover
That an omnipotent being
Has chosen us as a lover.

That when on earth our life has ended
We depart with eager expectation
To be joined as one with Christ beloved
And begin our new life with celebration.

Chorus
If I ever die…
You must celebrate my wedding.
When I finally die…
Dress me in white as a bride.

We will miss our sisters and brothers.
We will miss our family and friends.
But this sadness will not bother us
Since our future never ends.

I now thank you my dear saviour
For the future that’s before us
Thank you for Your love and favour
For your love is truly glorious.

Chorus
If I ever die…
You must celebrate my wedding.
When I finally die…
Dress me in white as a bride.

Take me now Lord.
Take me to my new home.
Consume me now Lord.
So in you I may be reborn.

Chorus
If I ever die…
You must celebrate my wedding.
When I finally die…
Dress me in white as a bride.

July 31, 2003
Reflecting on 1 Corinthians 15:51-55