Weep not, dear ones, for I’m not there In casket cold or graveyard bare. I’ve gone to higher country where My Savior did a home prepare For me and others everywhere Who trusted Him with all their care. Weep not.
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Precious Memories
Precious mem’ries, how they linger How they ever flood my soul In the stillness of the midnight Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Fly Away to Heaven
But perhaps the one reason I long for heaven that outshines all other motivation is that I may see...
Just As I Am
I tell you, that’s the kind of faith I want—faith that does not give up, even when I am beaten down and broken, and I don’t know why.
Forgiven
For the longest time, I believed God could not love me unless I did everything right. People sure act that way. People want you to talk right, act right, smell right, look right—but God...
The Abundant Heart 