What do I feel...
When I'm in here....
My dad, My family,..
Somehow feel near....

Ancestors of mine..
That have gone on before...
To planet Heaven...
And on through the door....

Do they somehow see me,..
Down here below...
In this old cemetery,...
Waiting to go....

From this peacful place..
To the Land of the free....
Are they watching and waiting...
To welcome me...

If these graves could talk...
What would they say....
They'd all be different....
from where they did lay...

Their bodies decayed....
Their spirits are gone....
To live forever....
Around God's throne....

Their lives on Earth, over....
Their deeds are past....
Only things did for Christ....
Are the ones that last...

Throughout Eternity....
They will shine so bright....
Because of their choice....
To do what is right....

Oh my ancestors...
Some were so sweet....
When I get to Heaven...
To me they will greet....

To welcome me Home....
Where Peace shall reign...
From the grave here on Earth...
From where I had lain...

I took Jesus hand...
When I crossed that Divide....
When He did beckon....
To me the other side...
 
Written by Betty
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