I'm dying to be with Him;
It's a constant wish of mine
To go and be there with Him
And bask in His sunshine.
I'm dying to be with Him
And I'll not happy be
Until I'm finally with Him,
For all eternity.
So, when He calls me to His side,
Recall these words I've said.
I'm dying to be with Him,
No tears of sorrow shed.
© 1991 J M McIntosh
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the
death of His saints. (Psalm 116:15)
