Save me a seat at the esplanade
The perfect time surely is nigh
There’s no more tears in the clearing
The place where our eyes can fly
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Floating so freely o’er sunset bay
Above the deep blue mackerel sky
The day will come, when the trump will sound
With angels He’ll come in the clouds upon high
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All the violins will sound sweeter
and the church bells will ring in chime
For the time, I am bewailing
Where there are no more goodbyes
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Eternal peace with Jesus
In perfect harmony
By the green grassed fields forever
There’s a mansion in heaven made for me
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Save me a seat at the esplanade
That perfect time surely is nigh
There’s no more tears in the clearing
The place where our eyes can fly
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By Kelly Sampson Griswold
Ksg. 23