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
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Author Notes
This one's for you, Kirk & Kelly! I wrote this one just a few days before we learned of Kirk's illness. I didn't know at the time who it was for - but God knew!
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