Don't mourn too long when I go through deaths' door
The beauty I see is like none seen before.
I wasn't really alone when I left you know,
The angels lifted me up, it was a heavenly glow.
We floated up to heaven's glorious land
Where there, the Master, took my hand.
He led me beyond the gates of pearl
Where scenes untold began to unfurl.
We walked upon the streets of gold,
I saw loved ones waiting, both young and old.
They were all rejoicing to see me there,
There was no sickness, tears, pain or care.
So don't mourn for me but a short time,
You see, now I am really doing fine.
Do dry your tears and remember me with love,
Until we meet again in heaven above.
Written by Sarah Hill
For the Glory of God
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1 Corinthians 54 ~ 57
So, when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written "Death is swallowed up in victory."
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, who giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
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