I wrote this poem after viewing the body of a dear friend at the funeral home. He was a Christian man, totally devoted to the Lord; and everyone who attended his visitation and funeral knew exactly where he was going. We were all sorry that we would not see him again in this life but joyous because we knew he had happily gone to his home in heaven.
He has just gone Home
Lying here, you see a shell
Of the dear man we knew so well.
It looks just like it was before
His soul was summoned to death’s door,
But this is not the man we knew—
It’s something like a worn out shoe.
He left the face that looks the same;
This is the form that bore his name;
But the one we love has slipped through time
To awake to his reward sublime;
And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and
receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.