For you my Sis....sing on.... Jesus has called you, precious Banke,Come home to mansions great From 'midst of all the toil and pain,be safe in my embrace Ensconced securely,safe and sound within my wings of grace I saw your tears ,I heard your cry,I reached to still your ache I felt the earnest longings of your quiet trusting heart Far gone be it from anguish that this earthly frame endures At home with me amidst the saints who tens of thousands stand To give obeisance to the one whom earth and heaven planned All glory, honor majesty with voices loud exclaim Pure songs like endless, rolling streams to God of heaven proclaim Come on,dear one and take your place amidst your fellows near Sing on ,sweet minstrel,sing rich and strong in spotless dress adorned And lift your voice with pomp and praise to Him forevermore Love and miss you sorely Wande