When this world is through with me
beautiful ballads not able to see
the feel of the morning mist
can no longer seem like from
God a kiss

The sun no longer shining on my face
the clouds no longer will my spirit
grace
the cool soft snow that fall one's
way
not able to take long leisurely strolls
at the end of a day

There should never be regret because
Jesus can say when and how it all will
end
contentment as this spirit soars toward
the heavenly skies
as the lone one make the final journey
home

Memories of how one was cherished and
loved unconditionally by family and
friends is the greatest achievement any
soul will have done