I heard it said the other day
that when someone dies
all the angles cry.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
There is no reason for tears
on that day; instead
it’s a day to celebrate.
For leaving this earth and its hardship
and ascend to God’s heavenly home,
has got to be a joyous occasion;
not one of sorrow.
The devil and death I fear not,
God’s mercy and grace keep me warm.
I implore the angles Rejoice when I die;
Rejoice for I’m coming home.