I'll be free

When I die don't cry for me,

In my father's arms I'll be,

The wounds this world left on my soul,

Will all be healed and I'll be whole.

Sun and moon will be replaced,

With the light of Jesus face,

And I will not be ashamed,

For my saviour knows my name.

It don't matter where you bury me,

I'll be home and I'll be free,

It don't matter where I lay,

All my tears will be washed away.

So weep not for me my Friend,

When my time below does end,

For my life belongs to him,

Who will raise the dead again.