When I go 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 Savior 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 be washed away.
(Jars of Clay, Julie Miller cover)
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