To Those
I've Left Behind
"Don't weep for me"--you've heard me say:
For where I am going is by far a BETTER PLACE.
Don't grieve for me when you say your last
good-bye.
Look; look-up is that an angel floating in the
sky?
As I age; my mind races quietly; to the strolls
in the park
It's early evening time-- just seems like
yesterday;
Stopping only to rest, along the dim lit trail,
Pick up the pace, we gotta keep going, we must
finish the race.
Don't wonder if I am hurting, don't wonder if I
am sad; Just know I'm here with Jesus---so my day can't be bad;
For here I have no cancer, my legs are good as
new,
I've even kicked up my heels a time or two.
I've seen the Crystal seashore, and walked those
streets of Gold,
I'll live and reign forever in that beauty these
eyes behold.
Being in God's presence, and see his face aglo.
Shows me of those mansions; as told of years
ago.
Don't weep for me when I am gone;
Keep pressing on--follow me home.
Susan Hutto
©2002
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In Loving Memory
Of
Mary Davis
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