Weep Not My Child
A day is coming — soon, it is,
Ordinary in every sense,
Yet I shall journey far away,
To the land where the sun shines not.
Weep not, my child.
The Lord is softly calling me home,
And who am I to resist His voice?
Though my heart clings to this world,
I must answer when He calls.
Weep not, my child.
I have lived my days in fullness,
Shown kindness where I could,
Lifted others when I was able —
Now my time of rest has come.
Weep not, my child.
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