Weep not for me, my dearest ones,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I tread the golden streets above
And laugh once more with those I've loved
Who came before me to this place.
They welcomed me with widespread arms;
Smiles of gladness wreathed their faces
As I ran with joy toward their embraces.
Weep not for me, my dearest ones,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
That earthly grave my body holds,
But my spirit soars with God above;
There's no more pain, or dying here,
This place is filled with naught but love.
I'll wait for you and when it's time,
Shall greet you, too, with joy sublime.
We'll tread together the streets of gold,
And inhabit mansions built by the hand
Of our Lord Himself in the Promised Land.
Weep not for me, my dearest ones,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
