To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven, A time to be born, and a time to die, A time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted. A time to kill and a time to build up, A time to weep and a time to laugh, A time to mourn and a time to dance. – Ecclesiates 3:1-8 (KJV)
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 tears in a gloom – filled room, Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little – but not for 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 the Master’s plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart go to your friends that we know and bury your sorrows in doing good works.
