I have a friend who just turned eighty-eight
and she just shared with me that she's afraid of dying.
i sit here years from her experience
and try to bring her comfort.
i try to bring her comfort
but what do i know?
what do i know?
she grew up singing about the glory land,
and she would testify how jesus changed her life.
it was easy to have faith when she was thirty-four,
but now her friends are dying, and death is at her door.
oh, and what do i know?
really, what do i know?
i don't know that there are harps in heaven,
or the process for earning your wings.
i don't know of bright lights at the ends of tunnels,
or any of those things.
she lost her husband after sixty years,
and as he slipped away she still had things to say.
death can be so inconvenient.
you try to live and love.
it comes and interrupts.
and what do i know? what do i know?
i don't know that there are harps in heaven,
or the process for earning your wings.
i don't know of bright lights at the ends of tunnels,
or any of those things.
but i know to be absent from this body is to be present with the lord,
and from what i know of him, that must be pretty good.
oh, i know to be absent from this body is to be present with the lord,
and from what i know of him, that must be very good.