The Time Has Come
One sunny day in August
God looked down on Memphis
And said, This very special child of mine
Is growing tired and weary;
It’s time that he was leaving
All his earthly cares and burdens far behind.
His home now is a refuge
From the cruel world outside,
The only place where he finds any peace;
Surrounded by his family
And those whom he calls friends,
Knowing not their kind of loyalty will cease.
There’s many who will mourn him
If I call him home now,
For different reasons they will miss their ‘Chief’;
For some will miss the handouts
And some will miss his voice,
While those who really love him cry in grief.
And yet I know that Elvis,
This very special child,
Is ready now to take his place on high;
I know there will be sadness
And teardrops when I take him
And hearts will ache as they all question why.
But through their prayers I’ll show them
That there is no need for tears,
They have his legacy, they’re not alone;
And they’ll learn to believe that
They will meet him by and by –
The time has come for Elvis to come home.
© 1983 Fay Herridge
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