God needs someone in heaven
to plow and plant the rows.
And when He calls on me,
I know that I must go.
Remember that I won’t be gone—
I will just be away,
working on God’s farm
‘til we’re united again one day.
There will be no storms in heaven
and the fields are long and straight.
When it’s time for you to join me,
I’ll be waiting inside heaven’s gate.
Remember, until that day arrives,
when once more our lives we’ll share,
to look in the green fields growing
and you’ll see me working there.