When my life is over
my Savior will take my hand.
He will lead me across the waters
into the promise land.
There I will be made whole
no more pain shall I feel.
My journey will be over
and my rest will be fulfilled.
Angels will be singing
as I walk on streets of gold.
My family will be waiting
to share their stories of old.
No more sadness will I carry
it will fade away.
For when my life is over
my Savior will lead the way.

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