I have a friend who just turned eighty-eight
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and she just shared with me that she's afraid of dying.
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I sit here years from her experience
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and try to bring her comfort.
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I try to bring her comfort
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But what do I know? What do I know?
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She grew up singing about the glory land,
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and she would testify how Jesus changed her life.
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It was easy to have faith when she was thirty-four,
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but now her friends are dying, and death is at her door.
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And what do I know? What do I know?
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Well,I don't know that there are harps in heaven,
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Or the process for earning your wings.
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I don't know of bright lights at the ends of tunnels,
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Or any of these things.
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She lost her husband after sixty years,
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and as he slipped away she still had things to say.
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Death can be so inconvenient.
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You try to live and love. It comes and interrupts.
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And what do I know? What do I know?
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Well,I don't know that there are harps in heaven,
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Or the process for earning your wings.
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And I don't know of bright lights at the ends of tunnels,
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Or any of these things.
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But I know to be absent from this body is to be present with the Lord,
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and from what I know of him, that must be pretty good.
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Oh, I know to be absent from this body is to be present with the Lord,
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and from what I know of him, that must be very good.
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What Do I Know
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Sara Groves |