Some day when my last line is written Some day when I've drawn my last breath When my last words on earth have been spoken And my lips are sealed in death Don't look on my cold form in pity Don't think of me as one dead It'll just be the house I once lived in My spirit, by then, will have fled I'll have finished my time here alotted But I won't be in darkness alone I will have heard from heaven The summons to come on home And when my body is in the grave Don't think that I'll be there I won't be dead, but living In the place Jesus went to prepare And after all is said and done Know that my last earnest prayer Is that my loved ones be ready Someday to meet me...there.