Mourners
Do not mourn me, farewell to
all from your father, mother, sister,
brother, friend, aunt, uncle and all…
Our father Christ has called,
so mourn me not, it is all in vain…
Do not call me to your side,
for I can not come, my course
has run and my days are spent…
Go home my friends and
be content, go home and dry
your tears…
I must lie here till Christ appears
and takes me to his house…
Do not mourn me for
we shall meet again…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012
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