My hands they shake with sorrow, my heart bleeds with pain, my soul forever lingers, wishing you could have stayed.

I watched him suffer, day by day; it caused us bitter grief; to see him slowly pine away; and could not give relief.  His weary hours and days of pain; his troubled night are past; and in my aching heart I know; he has found sweet rest at last.  In my heart I know we will meet again; where parting is no more; and my sweet James I love so much, has only gone before.  God knows how much I miss him; he counts the tears I shed; and whispers, "hush he only sleeps, James is not dead".  Some day, sometime, his hand I'll clasp; and never say farewell.  The pearly gates were opened; a gentle voice said "come" and with farewells unspoken; he gently entered home.  His smiling way and pleasant face; are a pleasure to recall; he had a kindly word for each; and died beloved by all.  Someday we hope to meet him; someday, we know not when; to clasp his hand in the better land; never to part again.  Take care of him Jesus, keep him safe till I reach that shining shore; then, Master, let me have him; and love him as I did before.