As the sun sets on a life filled with preaching, praying, and praising, Reverend Jimmy Swaggart—the fiery voice of countless altar calls and timeless gospel hymns—shared what may be his final words on this side of heaven, and they are as soul-stirring as his sermons ever were.
In a quiet, tender moment surrounded by family, Swaggart’s voice, once so commanding in pulpits and crusades, softened. Those who were present say he spoke not of fear, but of faith. Not of regret, but of redemption.
“I’ve sung about Jesus my whole life,” he said, his hand gently resting on a worn Bible. “And now… I get to see Him face to face.”
There was silence in the room—not of sorrow, but of sacredness. For decades, Jimmy Swaggart poured his soul into ministry and music. His voice, trembling with emotion, delivered gospel standards like “I’ll Fly Away,” “Jesus, Use Me,” “There Is a River,” and “He Touched Me” to millions. His preaching reached every corner of the globe. And even when storms came—and they did—he never stopped pointing people to the cross.
As he lay resting, he whispered a final plea—not for himself, but for others:
“Tell them… Jesus still saves. Tell them I never stopped believing that. Not for a second.”
And with that, Reverend Swaggart closed his eyes, ready to trade the pulpit for paradise. Ready to exchange the altar for eternity. The tears in the room weren’t just tears of loss—they were tears of gratitude, for a life that brought countless souls to the foot of the cross.
He didn’t go out with fanfare. He went out the way he came in—singing of grace, and leaning on the everlasting arms.
His voice may be silent now, but his message lives on:
“Come home. Jesus is waiting.”