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 © | Year Posted 2019

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