Some Day

Some day when my last line is written

Some day when I’ve drawn my last breath

When my last words on earth have been spoken

And my lips are sealed in death:

Don’t look on my cold form in pity

Don’t think of me as one dead

It will just be the house I once lived in

My spirit by then will have fled

I’ll have finished my time here allotted

But I won’t be in darkness alone

I will have heard from heaven

The summons to come on home

And when my body is in the grave

Don’t think that I’ll be there

I won’t be dead, but living

In the place Jesus went to prepare

And after all is said and done

Know that my last earnest prayer

Was that my loved ones be ready

Some day to meet me there