I have loved ones who've gone on before.
I have friends I am longing to see.
But the face of my Savior awaits on that shore,
And I know He is waiting for me.
As I journey down life's rugged pathways,
And I struggle for riches untold.
If I'd just stop and look up toward heaven,
Oh the beauty my eyes would behold.
King Jesus abides in that city.
And He's preparing a mansion for me.
So when I'm gone, please spare me your pity,
For King Jesus is waiting for me.
---Written by Brenda Keefer
