When I Am Gone From Here
Lord, when I am gone from here,
Will your seraphs take me in?
Will I see my departed once again,
As the wing'd spirits sing?
Lord, when the clock of life does stop,
What will become of me?
Will I become an angel,
Like my belov'd family?
Lord, though my faith should conquer fear,
It is a battle fought and lost,
For what mystery is there to find,
When finally I cross?
I have heard that there are gates of gold,
Inextinguishable light,
Impenetrable peace,
That will lay to rest our fright.
I have heard that cherubs play on clouds,
That their sweet voices ease our woes.
And, looking down upon the earth,
We can watch our cherished grow.
Lord, when I am gone from here,
Will your seraphs take me in?
Will the wing'd spirits sing to me?
Is there even such a thing?
Lord, when the clock of life does stop,
What will become of me?
Will I become an angel,
Or is nothing all I'll be?
Lord, when I am gone from here,
And the people I love stay,
Please, let me take my memories,
Even though I am gone away.
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