I was walking in Savannah past a church decayed and dim,
When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn.
And my sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grew,
’Till I found myself envired in a little country church pew.

Out front a young couple sat in sorrow nearly wild.
On the altar was a casket, and in the casket was a child.
I could picture him while living, curly hair and smiling lips,
Oh, I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried business trips.

Then rose a sad, old county preacher from his little wooden desk
With a manner sort of awkward and countenance grotesque.
And he said, “Now don't be weepin’ for this pretty bit of clay,
For the little boy who lived there has done gone and run away.
He was doin' very finely and he appreciated your love,
But our heavenly father wanted him in the big house up above.

Now the Lord didn't give you that baby, not by no hundred thousand miles,
He just thought you need some sunshine and He lent him for awhile.
And he let you keep and love him ‘till your hearts were bigger grown,
And these silver tears you're sheddin' now is just interest on the loan.

Just think, my poor dear mourners creepin' along on lifes sorrow’s way,
What a blessed picnic this here baby has today.
ah,Your good fathers and good mothers crowd the little fellow round,
In the angel's tender garden in the big plantation ground.

And his eyes they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he views
But a tear came, and he whispered “I want my mom and daddy too”.
But then the angel's chief musician he teached that little boy a song,
That says if only they be faithful, they'll soon be comin' ‘long.

So my poor dejected mourners, let your hearts with Jesus rest,
And don't go to criticizin' the One what knows the best.
He hath given us many comforts, and He's got the right to take away
To the Lord be praised in glory, now forever let us pray.”
Lyrics submitted by Ronda.