Brow once furrowed with pain and care

Now relaxed, no more burdens to bear

Peace now, only peace is there



Weathered hands reach out to touch

Hands that once loved so much

Now hold the Master's hand as such



Silver hairs, lay loose upon the bed

Each one shines upon weary head

Strands of light, transparent thread



Body weak, ravaged by disease

Broken vessel, seeks sweet release

Once bound spirit at last He frees.


Baptized in beloved's tears

Remembering oh so many years

Times of joy and times of fears


Come O Seraphim, lead now this one

Into the realm of angels and the Son

Whilst I dream of our eternal life to come