“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 that we all must take;
And each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the 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.
Services will be announced at a later date.
