Death Knocked Twice

Death knocked on the door twice this week. On Tuesday morning, I received two calls concerning people that I am close to that passed away.  I know that life and death is a part of life; It is the death part that is the hardest.We will be  forever missing them that takes the most adjustment on our part.When you see the casket being lowered beneath the ground you realize it is final.  No longer will you hear their voice or see them smile. I try to keep the sound of their voice in my mind for as long as I can, then slowly it fades away...

All My Tears

When I go don't cry for me
In my fathers arms I'll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole

Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus' face
And I will not be ashamed
For my savior knows my name

It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away

Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from heaven's store
Come and drink and thirst no more

So weep not for me my friend
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to him
Who will raise the dead again

It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away

 (Emmylou Harris)