When my job is over and my day is done
I will no longer work under the sun
No longer will I watch the wind play
With the water as it with gentleness
Skips across the lake
No longer will I see the little ducks
Following their mother in a line
Nor see the geese in flight and
The fluffy clouds will not be seen by me
Because all of these things for me will have ceased
For from this world, I will have been released.
But until then I will do all I can
In service to the GOD of Heaven
WHO will take me to a home, beautiful
Because I, as HIS child, was faithful and dutiful.
And when my life is over, don't weep for me
Because I will be gone on to glory
Where my LORD I'll see
And when your time down here is over
Come on up and join me where we
Will sing praise to our GOD, JEHOVAH!©
Walking by faith,
Alma L. Stepping On Carr-Jones
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