by: Karla Wiggins
09/15/2005
On a sunny day in June
The doctor called with news.
Dad had lung cancer
The battle he’d probably lose.
The words were hard to hear
He had lived hard and fast.
But God works in mysterious ways
And his soul was saved at last.
Don’t cry for me, I’m on my way
To the place that can’t compare.
Just remember my words,
I’m going to see Jesus,
I will meet you there.
Mom was at peace
He had made it home.
Though she spent ten years
In her house alone.
Her health faded, the time drew near
Her family circled the bed.
Now she would join him
As these words she said.
Don’t cry for me, I’m on my way
To the place that can’t compare.
Just remember my words,
I’m going to see Jesus,
I will meet you there.