At his bedside
The
gentle angel stood
Watching
as he slept
Listening
to his quiet shallow breath
Then
the angel softly spoke
And
reached out a hand
“Your
time has come to see the lord”
“Come
with me now”
Then
he slept no more
And
he left his empty body
Taking
the offered hand
The
angel smiled and they began to ascend
To
a better place and time
Traveling upward through a tunnel
Toward a light becoming ever brighter
Its
brightness became almost blinding
Until
with the angel he emerged
Into
the land of light and love
The
angel left him with a smile
With
those who had passed before
Familiar
faces greeted him
Loved
ones from years past
Who
showed him round heavens paradise
Where
milk and honey flowed
Scenes
of unimagined beauty met his eye
And
the sweetest perfumes filled the air
Music
was everywhere invading every pore
From
simple refrains to grand symphonies
Musicians
played on instruments of gold
While
choirs of angels sang
But
the most overpowering feeling
That
assailed his senses
Was
of everlasting love
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