Don’t Grieve For Me

When I’ve been to my last service,

And fades softly on the air,

The notes of the last song for me,

And then the final prayer;

When Friends arise and slowly walk

Down the long church aisle,

For that last look at my cold corpse,

As they pass by single file.

There may be words of flattery,

And some may even sneer,

Some may sob, and some may cry,

Some may not shed a tear.

But be what may, this much I know,

I will no longer care;

No earthly voice and reach my ear,

As I climb that “Golden Stair.”

Now, pen in hand, I writing you-

This is my last request,

Don’t grieve for me; don wish me back;

For I am the one most blessed.

I have hope beyond the grave;

I am secure in God’s great love.

I leave this world with all its cares

For a mansion up above.

Though it be hard, please wear a smile;

Rejoice, and praise our God!

‘Tis only this old shell of mine

You place beneath the sod.

         – Edna Blubough