In the peace of a country churchyard
I rest in my final sleep;
Waiting alone for Jesus, my Lord,
His promise of life to keep.
With birds flying free up above me,
Flowers fed by the earth’s decay,
I’m waiting alone and silent
For the trumpet call on that day.
Though my wait may be long in man’s time,
It’s naught but a passing hour;
I know that His promise He’ll keep,
I know that my God has the power.
The power to come down and call me,
To meet in the sky with Him;
To praise and bless Him for ever,
In the light that never grows dim.
© Colin Gordon-Farleigh 2007
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