I, my Savior, dwell with thee.
Absent from the body and present with God
Now, before the Throne, to sing His laud.
Though life strains and tries,
I will not faint. I will not grow weary.
True, my precious LORD,
I have mounted on wings like eagles'
And flown, nay, soared
Above the Heavens; my goal reached.
To have finished the race
And in such a way to keep integrity and face
But more so than these
To give honor, glory, and praise
To Thee, my Maker, mine eyes whom now have seen.
In all Thy glorious omnipotent self
Thy power radiating in, around, and through
Your spared lambs before the seat
From which all mercy, love, and justice flow
Freed from angst, trials, and pain
From work, sickness, death, and stain.
Never to return to the world I knew
But with my brothers and sisters in faith
We anxiously wait for you
To learn the joy we now know
Liberated from the Earth below.
As I await our joyous union soon,
The crystal sea is mine to partake
The streets of gold, the pearly gate
My mansion prepared and its estate.
Loved ones, do not mourn
For I have risen with the dawn
To meet the Creator of all things
My pain, no more, death without sting.
Live life well, love, and grow
And if nothing else,
This one thing know.
God is good,
Both now and then
Your one True Love
And closest Friend
Your Ally, Shield, and Shepard bold
Whom fought the lions you now hold
Against your heart they do strain
To leech life's precious joys to sorrow and pain.
Take rest, my loves, to comprehend that these
Are but futile, temporary things.
No more than a speck in sight
Of eternity's awe-inspiring light.
God bless thee and keep thee well.
Remember the times that were ours to share
In this life, yours, take care.
But look forward to those yet to become.
I love you all,
Ron.