When I am gone to the land of the living
When I am gone to the land of the paradise
When I am gone to the land of the restoration
When I am gone to the place of the saints
When I am gone to the land of the promised peace
To cry, to weep and to mourn it is a process
The process to remember the memories
The memories of good and bad
The memories of old and present
The memories of smile and grief
When I am gone to the land of paradise
Do not worship me for I was a mortal man
Yes to remember it is good thing but,
To worship a passed on men it is ideal sin
You might be loving me but don’t worship me
You might be hating me but still don’t worship me
By talking mocking and scoffing about me
When I am gone it means I am gone
Physical senses they also will be gone
To hear neither seeing you they will not
When I am gone to the land of paradise
It means I am gone to the promise of rest
Rest from the work I was doing in the body
Rest from the troubles and tribulations of the world
Rest from the persecution and salvation
Rest from the earth of the seas and firmament
Rest from the deepest darkness and pain
When I am gone to the land of the paradise
Behold Just know that I didn’t pass away, I passed on
Let it be known that I didn’t die but asleep
Were nobody can raise me up but God alone
So when I am asleep by the body incline not unto me
When I am gone to the land of the paradise
Know that I didn’t get lost but found by my Master
In the paradise of Rest and greener pastures
When I am gone to the land of paradise