I have a friend
who just turned eighty-eight
and she just shared with me that she's afraid
of dying. I sit here years from her
experience and try to bring her comfort. I
try to bring her comfort, . But what do I
know? What do I know? . She grew up singing
about the glory land, and she would testify
how Jesus changed her life. It was easy to
have faith when she was thirty-four, but
now her friends are dying, and death is at her door
Oh, and what do I know? Really, what do I know?
CHROUS:
I don't know that there are harps in heaven,
Or the process for earning your wings. I
don't know of bright lights at the ends of
tunnels, Or any of those things
She lost her husband
after sixty years, and
as he slipped away she still had things
to say. Death can be so inconvenient.
You try to live and love.
It comes and interrupts
And what do I know? What do I know?
CHORUS
But I know to be
absent from this body is
to be present with the Lord, and from what
I know of him, that must be pretty good.
Oh, I know to be absent from this body is
to be present with the Lord, and from what
I know of him, that must be very good.