When I’m Called Home
(Sympathy Poems – Funeral Poems)
When I breathe my last upon this earth
Don’t be sad and filled with pain ..
My purpose will be completed
What I’ve longed for, I’ve attained.
Don’t shed a tear, but smile instead
My death is not the end ..
I’m still living just on a higher plane
With Jesus, my dearest friend.
When my earthly body is lowered
Into the cold, dark, dreary ground ..
It won’t lie there forever
Only ’til the trumpet’s sound.
Please etch upon my headstone
The date God gave me birth ..
But enter not the month and year
He took me from this earth.
My spirit will still be living
For I was saved by grace ..
I’ll be dwelling with my Savior
In that glorious, heavenly place.
And when the final trumpet sounds
First the dead in Christ shall rise ..
Then my body that was buried
Will be caught up in the skies.
It will meet there with my spirit
And the two shall be entwined ..
To form the perfect body
That my precious Lord designed.
If God has not yet called you
Before that final trumpet sounds ..
You’ll be changed and rise to meet him.
For you, too, are Heaven bound.