God Walks Warmly Alongside Death Dedicated

Between the silence of a sterile room and a child of grace the sure footed arrival of a God without a face The hourglass of time stills the stage with un-remission as she waits by Snow Don Hills without contrition A floodlight of compassion eases in she's not in pain her soul is a lit lantern that's never smelt the rain Wearing a tallit with knotted fringes on each corner He's opens every angle like an Angel without borders Dressed in a dignity gown and propped against a pillow she dances with the bunnies beneath a weeping willow God takes her little hand in His, its simple so precise just like sunrise in the morning, straight from paradise.