When it comes time for me to go,
And leave this world of sin below,
Please come and sit and hold my hand,
As I journey to heaven's land.
Just hold my hand, don't shed a tear, It's time for joy and not for fear. Holding your hand, I'll reach for GOD, He'll reach back and gently nod. Your hand I'll loose and continue on, To where GOD sits on His great throne. I'll live with Him forever more, And rest on His evergreen shore. As you leave my death filled room, Leave in gladness not in gloom, I departed but not alone, For GOD was there to lead me home.
HOMEPAGE
Rozita D.Martin
copyrighted
March 26,1995
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