When My Days Are Over
Heaven is where I want to go,
when this old body gives way,
to death,
And my days are over and
I'll walk this road no more,
when I no longer see blue skies
over my head or smell that fresh
clean air of spring, which brings
me such delight.
When dreams stop,
coming to my heart and mind,
I tell my self, but there is
tomorrow, knowing full well that
is never to come to past.
In heaven all dreams will come true,
our hearts will never be sad or
broken ever again, no tears will
come to our eyes, no longer will
we have grief.
Yes I'll leave this old world
and the memories of it will
pass away into a distance
far away,
knowing that I will also
leave behind the pain
that this old body has
carried for ages.
Yes death you are welcome here,
at anytime, I'm ready, I don't
fear you,
I fear living more than dying.
I want to walk on those streets
of gold and meet those saints
of old and put my arm around
my dear old mother once again,
but most of all I want to meet
the one who died for me, so
that I could come to heaven,
to thank Him in person for
everything and making it possible
for me to be in glory.
wrote 5-1-08
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