There’s a time over yonder,
That I’ll have to let you go.
There’s a time over yonder,
My shattered heart tells me so.

I’ll have to grieve when God takes you,
I’ll have to suffer a broken soul.
But to heaven you’ll swiftly soar,
When your name’s called on His roll.

No harder thing a mother faces,
Than to lose a child so much we love.
But there’s a time over yonder,
That you’ll be called to God above.

There’s a time over yonder,
It draws closer with every day.
There’s a time over yonder,
Now very soon you’ll go away.

There’s a time over yonder,
That the tears will freely flow.
That time has me so badly broken,
That time has come, you have to go.

Goodbye my child,
Who walks streets of gold.
That time over yonder,
Gave you to God to always hold.

© Norma Marek 29 October 2002

 

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