Ella Mae

Bout to rest in peace. Cover my feet up with dirt Tell the devil to get  away from me Close my eyes and  dream of Jesus  fighting for me. Drift away peacefully  Move cloud covered skies so I can see starry eyes Every once in awhile try trail and error even though it seems victory occurs more infrequently Sometimes  sweet chariots swing low and rescue me Most times I traverse cotton fields waiting for a cool breeze to remind me why I sing. Seems like heaven has more appeal here on earth, for what its worth The way I see it, she's looking down from on high waiting to hold the entire family including distant cousins and familiar friends. Heaven only knows what rest in peace means. Miss her smile, laughter and love immeasurably. I feel angelic eyes watching over me