Death is imminent. It is coming to claim one you love.
Soon they'll be with the Father above.

Soon there will be no pain to face,
they will be in that heavenly place.

In a body healthy from now on,
where every muscle will be perfectly strong.

Where even the lion won't frighten the lamb,
each having been shaped by God's own hand.

Where people will walk on streets of gold,
and listen raptly to tales our Savior will unfold.

The gates are made of pearls, beautifully white,
and I'm told there'll never be night.

No tears of sadness will ever be shed,
not one soul will ever feel dread.

Death is imminent but they go to a better home,
one where no one will feel sad or alone.

Home to wait for us by heaven's gate,
where we'll pass through on a given date.

They are not gone, just on the other side,
and when the time is right the gates will open wide.

In we'll go to be together once more,
together with the loved ones whom we'll forever adore.