If I awake tomorrow and remember that you aren't here,
And tears that cannot be stopped should start to fall,
Ill think of what you told me and know you're safe up there
With Our Lord and Savior, standing straight and tall.

If dawn again should break and you're not with us here,
And dusk should upon us be and you're really, really gone
Then I shan't worry about you my brother dear,
For I shall know the angels of God did come and take you Home.

What, Should we not be happy when our Savior calls for us,
When He sends his sweet angels to call us by name,
To live in the mansion He prepared for us, built not with hands,
But with the power and glory of He, Who bore our shame?

If the sun rises in the morning, drying the dew upon the ground,
I shall know where you are, and you'll know I'm not weeping,
For its on His Bosom you'll be, with mother and Daddy dancing round.
But dawn or dusk I shan't worry, for you'll be in our Saviors keeping.

If tomorrow should start without you, and there were things left unsaid,
I would ask our God to hold and very softly tell you,
The words I ask Him to tell you, as I knelt there beside my bed,
Then you'll know all is well as surely as the morning brings the dew.

Good-bye for now my sweet, brave brother, dear and for us just wait,
For some glorious morning, you'll see us all wrapped up in smiles,
Calling for you, calling for you, dear brother, meet us at the gate
For in the twinkling of an eye the sweet angels will bear us up, so many miles.

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2000-2001

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