Beyond The Distant Hill

A Song for Travis, child of Lamarr

Don't cry for me, though I am dead,
And all of life is lost,
My soul has passed to Paradise,
And death's the journey's cost.

The casket holds the life's remains;
That the gentle earth receives,
But when this world has lost a life,
Eternity conceives.

For when I heard the Shepherd call,
And knew my heart was still,
I ran to follow after Him,
Beyond the distant hill!