I feel a little confined Lord
Sitting in this thing they call an Urn

But 'glory be' it doesn't matter, as my
Soul to you has been returned

Ashes to ashes, or, dust to dust
We are familiar with the thought

And once you really 'get it down'
You'll understand what the Savior's blood bought

He didn't die for bodies, for that temple
Is just the spirit's dwelling place

But for our soul's salvation , that we
May one day see His face

So whether I be buried or
In an urn be poured

His name I'll praise forever
For it's to Him I've been restored