A Visit From the Lord

In a turbulent rest I was startled By a golden and beckoning light, And a vision sat there by my pillow Sobbing with all of His might. I asked Him “Lord, why are you weeping?” And He lifted his face to meet mine. He told me “My child, you are dying, And tomorrow you will be consigned”. He bowed once again at my bedside And softly continued to cry, And we stayed the whole night in our stillness ‘Til the shine of the first morning light. When I rose in my chamber I smiled At the glorious sight of the sun. What a beautiful gift I was given To know my last day had begun. I was deep in the meadow by noontime Watching the sun glow through the leaves Like the wind that inspires the trees to dance, And the waves that encourage the sea. I heard an echo of song growing louder As the day slowly fell into night. They were calling for me from the After And I went To my Lord, To the light.