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.