First of all, the lyrics to that part of "The Breaking of the Fellowship," "In Dreams" (purportedly by Edward Ross, but I have the CD and someone should check the liner notes):
When the cold of winter comes
Starless night will cover day.
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain.
But in dreams
I can hear your name,
And in dreams
We will meet again.
When the seas and mountains fall
And we come to end of days,
In the dark I hear a call...
Calling me there...
I will go there
And back again.
Nope, I've got it. Newsboys come through! "Hallelujah" will do well, and it's a peppy enough song that it won't cause crying like the other one would.
Walk into the sunlight, so bright,
Illumination blocking out the night.
She knows that the promises are airtight;
There is no doubt and you can see it in her eyes.
You'll hear her singing to heaven - even
Without letting out a word to be heard.
In every single situation (none too big - none too small),
She looks up and the world looks on.
She sings hallelujah
When all has become nothing,
And her hope in the Saviour
Has colored all she does
And taints the way she loves.
She sings hallelujah
And falls to the ground again
With hands stretched up to the sky,
Waiting for the day
She'll hear the Father say...
Step into the spotlight - so bright:
A character check in the dead of night.
To cut the stays of reason, 'til death defy
All understanding in the neighbour's eye.
To run the race like this day's the last, celebrate.
In all we do and all we say, look up
'Cause the world looks on.
We sing hallelujah
When all has become nothing.
Our hope in the Saviour
Has colored all we do --
Let it be for You.
We'll sing hallelujah
And fall to the ground again,
With hands stretched up to the sky.
We're waiting for the day
We'll hear the Father say,
Yeah, to hear Him say,
"Well done, good and faithful one.
Enter in, come on, share with Me.
Welcome home, good and faithful one,
on and on through eternity..."
At any rate, I also know what I want on my tombstone. As for my body, you can donate it to science or cremate it or whatever you feel led to do. Of course, if it's possible, you should first harvest as many organs as possible to help others. But if I have some sort of memorial or headstone somewhere, I'd want this Emily Dickinson poem on it -- #919, apparently -- with as close to her original spelling and punctuation as possible (despite that such a request is contrary to my grammatical nature):
If I can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in Vain.
And no cherubs. Or angels, really, as cool as they are, for I'm not going to become an angel. If you must have a picture, it should be someone looking upward or over her shoulder in unexpected delight.