When I Die

When Life is over,Lord I trust,
You'll make me sand instead of dust;
Let laughing children want to linger
To sift me through each tiny finger.
Let them scatter me in the tides
And dig into my silver sides.
May I kiss the friendly feet
Of beachcombers as they greet
The sunshine's gold; hear seagulls cry,
And know when thunderheads roll by.
Let me be a haven for
Storm-tossed ships upon the shore.
Let me feel the moon's pale light
And star-kissed breezes in the night.
No desert sand I'll care to be,
But shining sand beside some sea.
Where seaweed grow and castles rise,
And shells are found most any size.
Let lovers write beneath the blue
Across my chest 'I love you'
May I enjoy the symphony
Of the vast eternal sea.
When life is over, bye and bye,
please make me sand, beneath your sky!