When I die don't cry for me.
In my father's arms I'll be.
The wounds this world left on my soul.
Will all be healed and I'll be whole.
Sun and moon will be replaced.
With the light of Jesus face.
And I will not be ashamed.
For my Savior knows my name.
It don't matter where you bury me.
I'll be home and I'll be free.
It don't matter where I lay.
All my tears be washed away.
Gold and silver blind the eye.
Temporary riches lie.
Come and eat from Heavens store.
Come and drink, and thirst no more.
So weep not for me my friend.
When my time below does end.
For my life belongs to Him.
Who will raise the dead again.
It don't matter, where you bury me.
I'll be home and I'll be free.
It don't matter, where I lay.
All my tears be washed away.
It don't matter, they're washed away.
It don't matter, they're washed away.
It don't matter, they're washed away.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
...
It don't matter where you bury me.
They're washed away.
They're washed away.
- Selah
- Selah
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. Revelation 21:4
