All My Tears
by Julie Miller
When I go don’t cry for me
In my father’s arms I’ll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I’ll be whole
Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus’ face
And I will not be ashamed
For my savior knows my name
It don’t matter where you bury me
I’ll be home and I’ll be free
It don’t matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away
Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from heaven’s store
Come and drink and thirst no more
So weep not for me my friend
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to him
Who will raise the dead again
It won’t matter where you bury me
I’ll be home and I’ll be free
It won’t matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away
3 comments:
this poem is written by somebody in pain
yeah....n so m i... ;)
really?
i hope not
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