Some Glad Tomorrow
You have left our presence now
To walk in the presence of God.
And though we'll miss you here,
We'd not bring you back to walk
This old earth's sin-cursed sod.
You have left the streets of earth
To walk on the street of gold,
Where sickness, sin and sadness
Can touch you never again,
Nor time make you grow old.
Our sorrow is your joy,
Our loss, your gain.
Our emptiness, your fulfillment,
Our hurt, your freedom from pain.
Though we may cry today
As we express our sorrow,
We will look forward to a
Time when once again we meet
On some glad tomorrow.
Faith L. Derickson