Weep Not For Me

Weep not for me,

Said she to me,

Not for me,

For I shall see

That Wonderful Face of He.

The One who died to set us free from pain, death, and misery.

Rejoice for me,
Sing praise to Him
For you and I will meet again.

It may be here,
Or it may be there,
Near The Crystal Sea
Where outstretched Arms
Await for WE.

My friend, always know,

It's never about you,

Nor about me...

...But, always about the One
Who hung on the tree.

Hung He did on that appointed day

His crowned-head high above all

His blood flowing down

Both to allow man's entrance to

The Way.

"Weep not for me," she said to me,
"No, give praise to Him."

Today, our view, at best is dim...

For in our appointed time,
We shall not just each other again, but Him, face to face.