Tears fell on your pillow,
As I whispered that last goodbye,
Knowing your world-weary soul had heard
A Voice calling you nigh
The Voice of the One you served so well
Who ordained and numbered your days,
The Voice of your King now calling you home,
To a welcome of glory and praise
Smoothing your hair and kissing your cheek,
I saw the look in your eyes,
Your vision now dimmed to the world of men
Yet alight and ready to rise
Seeing beyond the greys of the earth
Where trouble and strife prevail,
Seeing the Light that lies just beyond,
And a body not stooped or frail
As I whispered goodbye and crept from the room
Stepping softly ‘cross holy ground,
I knew that this wasn’t the last goodbye
For our souls will again be found
On that day when the earth has passed away
Reunited with those gone before,
We’ll rejoice and live in eternal peace,
As your earth-weary spirit foresaw
Tears will pass, struggles will cease
And grief will no more remain,
For the One who draws us home to Himself,
Will remove our sorrow and pain
Until that day, may His Presence remain
As a shield to grief’s deepest cry,
Lifting our eyes to see beyond,
And know this was never goodbye.
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