Now comes the time we all must face,
To rest our fate upon God's grace,
And reap the treasures we have won,
By Faith in his begotten Son.
Let all my sins, I humbly pray,
Be washed away this very day,
And carry my soul to Thy Spiritual Rest,
With those gone before who were Heavenly Blest.
I fulfilled my days, now it's time to go,
To that Golden city where the healing waters flow.
Where pain and sorrow are remembered no more,
And the cloud of sadness never darkens your door.
There stand the mansions of my sisters and brothers,
Near the foundations laid for the miriads of others.
I'll greet all my friends in the gold bedecked hall,
Tho' my mind dims with age, I'll remember them all.
So do not be saddened by my passing away.
For all of my life I've awaited this day.
And always remember, whatever you do,
From now 'til forever, I'll be waiting for YOU.
If moonbeams were like Melodies
in the symphony of night
The universe would tremble
When the stars reflect their light.
The Heavens would be in Harmony
The birds would dance in flight
Wingtips beating rhythm
Strings of raindrops would ignite
The passion of a ballad
The chant of humble prayer
and music would encompass us
For in the very air,
The benediction of God's songs.