The Day I Died
The Day I Died
Don’t look at me as if I were dead,
just think of me resting in bed.
Now cover me with eternal life
and place my favorite flowers upon my head,
and if the night shall pass
and you miss holding my heart in your hand,
just make a wish upon the nearest star
and there I’ll stand.
Now take all my worldly possessions
and give them to the needy
because my riches now lie with God.
Now sing me a love song as I walk down this lonely road, and please don’t worry because
my Lord waits with opened arms.
Copyright © Darren Rankins | Year Posted 2013
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