When I Am Gone From Here

Lord, when I am gone from here, Will your seraphs take me in? Will I see my departed once again, As the wing'd spirits sing? Lord, when the clock of life does stop, What will become of me? Will I become an angel, Like my belov'd family? Lord, though my faith should conquer fear, It is a battle fought and lost, For what mystery is there to find, When finally I cross? I have heard that there are gates of gold, Inextinguishable light, Impenetrable peace, That will lay to rest our fright. I have heard that cherubs play on clouds, That their sweet voices ease our woes. And, looking down upon the earth, We can watch our cherished grow. Lord, when I am gone from here, Will your seraphs take me in? Will the wing'd spirits sing to me? Is there even such a thing? Lord, when the clock of life does stop, What will become of me? Will I become an angel, Or is nothing all I'll be? Lord, when I am gone from here, And the people I love stay, Please, let me take my memories, Even though I am gone away.