Don'T Look For Me Here-I'M Gone--
Come closer, whisper
Hold your presents distance;
Encase the beliefs was the present tense;
In bombed and in tune to what heaven's sent;
Don't you, don't you look for me here I'm flown
Don't look for me here I'm gone...
~
I rise at the calling of my name;
Heavens rejoice sing praises, clapping thunderous hands;
~
Days, months, years
Open up the casket from the loft the grave;
My true self my essence has gone...
I've heeded the call, risen I've gone...
Gone on home to be with the Lord;
Don't you, don't you look for me here I'm flown
Don't look for me here I'm gone...
6/29/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
From Anthology “Intermittent Praises”
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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