God Walks Warmly Alongside Death
God, take my hand when I breathe my last sigh.
Let me get on my knees and comply,
Weak and meek before Your Majesty.
Take me home so gallantly.
My spirit is so tired.
Life is short and so long too, so desired,
To be in my final destiny,
Rejoicing with the angels, their voices so velvety.
A brown-eyed angel follows me around;
The loss is so profound.
God walks warmly alongside death—
She whispers at your last breath.
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