"Miss me but let me go" these words have been in my head for a number of weeks. I didn't pluck them out of the sky, I think of them as the last words on Grandad's memorial card.
Miss me but let me go
When I come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone,
It's all a part of thfe Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds,
Miss me but let me go.
Sharing my some of my thoughts and reflections on life and the Gospels. Sharing words or inspiration I stumble upon too. In a word full of such sadness we need to remember that there is hope, there is light.
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