I try not to grieve nor to cry
'Cause it is only like falling asleep
As Mama sings my favorite lullaby.
Dying is an imaginative feeling
Heeding the angel's harp as you follow the light
The fear subsides as you listen to them sing
Until a smile from Him is in sight.
There's a room for us in God's palace
But the wondrous resting place is in His lap
So in the day I'll leave earthly sins
I will lay in His lap and feel His warmth
As He caress my hair and whispers hymns
A desire that is sealed in my heart.
