My Abiding Home
When I die, please don’t cry.
I know where I go,
In a vision it was shown.
Open arms He will wait for me,
I can’t wait to embrace Him.
When I look up unto His face,
All I will see is His love and grace.
A new garment I will wear,
No more pain and sorrows to bear.
The angels will prepare a feast,
To celebrate the return, of an earthly deceased.
In heaven I will be reborn,
Amongst the heavenly beings I now belong.
A cake with one candle I will blow,
To commemorate my one day, birthday
And eternity days in a row.
So when I die, please don’t cry.
Don’t visit a shallow grave,
My bones are there but my soul is safe.
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