One day when you are old and gray,
The clouds will come and sweep you away.
His arms will hold you gently on this day,
As He takes you to a time ok.
In this soft, white, loving light,
You will see the way, as the heart,
You have held so long in sight,
From your mind and body will depart.
It will beat it's last
Only to begin anew
And leave the past.
Without much ado.
Your soul will grab that last heart beat,
Surrounding it in celebration.
As your new beat starts the nexr treat,
In a state of great elation.
The beat goes on,
You are on your way.
The old is gone
Entering a new day.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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