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Don't Cry For Me
Please don’t cry for me,
I did not die don't you see.
I only went to sleep,
Jesus died, so I could be free.
When I awoke,
"Welcome my child you're home." Jesus spoke.
Oh, the beauty here,
You'd have to see.
The
nail scarred hands are so real,
I know, because Jesus let me feel.
The streets are gold,
Just like it's been told.
And
the gates,
they
truly are made of pearl.
The
crystal sea is clear to me,
he opened my eyes, now I can see.
No
pain, no sorrow, no tears, no dread,
I
fully understand why Jesus' blood was shed.
I want you to know,
I am not dead.
I
only went to sleep,
to
wake, in the better of lands.
Jesus met me there,
with
out stretched hands.
You
need to know, Jesus is in control,
He knows what's best for each of you.
And whatever the trial,
He'll see you through.
Trust Him always, Love Him with all your heart,
He's been with you right from the start.
Live for Jesus & one day,
We,
will never apart.
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In Loving
Memory of my granny, |
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Pauline Milam |
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Went to be with our Lord on May 5, 2001
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 JANET
SMITH 2001
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