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When I come to the end of the road,
and the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little—but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that was once shared.
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
and each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the master’s plan,
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
go to the friends we know.
Bear your sorrow in good deeds. Miss me,
but let me go.
Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Laugh as we always laughed at room at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort. Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of your sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before - only better, infinitely happier and forever - We will all be one together with Christ.
