John Carson Armstrong

SUNRISE

July 13, 1949

Barbados, West Indies

SUNSET

September 16, 2012

Scarborough, Ontario

God Saw Him Getting Tired

God saw John was getting tired

When a cure was not to be.

So He wrapped His arms around him

And whispered, “Come to Me”.

In tears we saw John sinking,

We watched him fade away.

Our hearts were truly broken,

He fought so hard to stay.

But when we saw John sleeping

Peacefully and free from pain,

We could not wish him back

To suffer that again.

So keep Your arms around John, Lord,

And give him special care,

Make up for all he suffered,

That seemed to us unfair.

So many times we’ve needed him,

So many times we’ve cried.

If love could have saved him,

John never would have died.

Miss Me, But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little, but not too long,

and not with your head bowed low.

Remember the love that we once shared.

Miss me, but let me go.

This is a journey that we all must take,

And each must go alone.

It’s all a part of the Master’s Plan.

It’s a step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,

Go to the friends we know,

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.

Miss me, But let me Go!