THE TRUMPET CALLED MY NAME
The Trumpet has called my name.
If tomorrow starts without me ,
And I’m not there to see ,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me ;
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things, we didn’t get to say .
I know how much you love me ,
As much as I love you ,
And each time that you think of me ,
I know you’ll miss me too ;
But when tomorrow starts without me ,
Please try to understand ,
That an angel came and called my name ,
And took me by the hand ,
And said my place was ready ,
In heaven far above ,
And that I’d have to leave behind;
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I ‘d always thought,
I didn’t want to die .
I had so much to live for ,
So much left yet to do ,
It seemed almost impossible ,
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays ,
The good ones and the bad ,
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had .
If I could relive yesterday ,
Just even for a while,
I ‘d say good – bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized ,
That this could never be ,
For emptiness and memories ,
Would take the place of me .
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow ,
I thought of you, and when I did ,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven’s gates ,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me ,
From His great golden throne ,
He said ,
“This is eternity , And all I’ve promised you .
Today your life on earth is past ,
But here life starts anew .
I promise no tomorrow , But today will always last,
And since each day ‘s the same way ,
There ‘s no longing for the past .
You have been so faithful , So trusting and so true .
Though there were times you did some things ,
You knew you shouldn’t do .
But you have been forgiven, And now at last you’re free.
So won’t you come and take my hand , And share my life with me ?”
So when tomorrow starts without me , Don ‘t think we ‘re far apart,
For every time you think of me , I ‘m right here , in your heart .
Do not stand in my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the rain that falls,
I am the laughter you hear,
I am the sand underneath your feet,
I am the sunlight that kisses your face,
I am the star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
The Lord’s trumpet called my name.
In loving memory of Opeoluwa Afolabi-Ogungbesan.