To the whistling wind my heart calls.
My mind seeks the watery falls.
My soul aches for the earthy soil.
If I leave this world and it's toil.
These are the places my ashes will lie.
While waiting for Heaven's Gates to open, fly.
I will hear the trees' wonderful stories.
I will be with the birds and their wondrous songs.
I will be with the fish and swim in their deep places.
I will be with my friends always, helping them with their many masks of faces.
I will swim with the whales and befriend the sharks.
I will fly with the eagles and the larks.
I will learn the secrets the rocks hold.
I will be with my beloved, in heart.
I wish I could see her and her smile.
How she is on my mind for many-a-mile.
But often, Jesus I will be with.
For I love him and he loveth me.
iI wish I could see him forthwith.
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