Going Home
If my Savior should call me home
Do not be sad that I must go.
For all I do and all I am
Is because I love Him so.
If my Savior should call me
To come to Him in Heaven above
I will not hesitate to go
I must leave behind the ones I love.
But do not weep for me
Or mourn the fact that I am gone.
Just think of me as being home—
Where I belong!
If my savior should call me
I will gladly go.
Do not use heroic means
To keep me here below.
I’ll be sad to cause you pain
If my leaving should cause you such,
But I’ll rejoice when I hear His voice
And His garment I can touch.
Don’t say “How sad that she is gone.”
Or cry or mourn for me
Just picture me with a smiling face
Seated at Jesus’ knee.
If any cross words or deeds
Between us should ever pass
Be assured they were forgotten
As soon as they were past.
I want no regrets or “I should have dones”
To follow me when I leave.
There‘s no reason for “I wish I hads.”
I want no one to grieve.
If my Savior should call me home,
I will not stop or hesitate.
And if I should get there first—
I’ll wait for you by the Pearly Gates!
Thena Smith