Mary Higginbotham

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 we once shared, Miss me – but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take,
And each must go alone. It’s all part of the Master’s plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you’re lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know, And lose your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me – but let me go.