As the sun rises tomorrow, and I see not your face,
Send back each day your love for me my love,
Through our Heavenly Father’s wondrous grace,
For I know you’re dwelling now with Jesus up above.

The children and I weep a little now and then, my Sweet,
Not for you, but because we see not your loving face.
But one day our Lord will call for us to walk that golden street,
By the mansion He built for us, in that sweet heavenly place.

Darling I’ll keep our home for our children Christian still,
I know how much you still love us, as we for you do greatly care.
And one day God will send for each of us, an angel of His will
Hence together with Him, we shall spend Eternity There.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
June 03, 1999
For Gwen, dedicated to a friend's memory

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