It has been revealed
That there is much
I will not live to see.
Yet I praise God’s will
And His graceful touch
For allowing me here to be
In His mission purpose for me;
And now as I slowly sojourn to my
Heavenly home—
To that house not made by hands—
I go, knowing that in my footsteps
You’ll ever roam
And continue fighting for our demands.
So mourn me not children, in pain but in
Living Love;
Knowing I will be watching you from that
House above.
Listen, do not wallow in despair; rejoice and not
Be sad;
Many never got waning time to spend with their
Old Dad.