We leave a life well known
to that one up above.
Where Christ is King
and the victory won
on heights we don’t comprehend.
We stand on solid ground,
as our heart beats to another drum,
on green, green pastures of daffodils
or in the streets of gold.
Where Jesus is told of long ago:
the bittersweet taste of dying
from this earth to a place well known.
Where God and Jesus and the ones we love
who went on before reside.
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