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I remember years before her death, my mama would pray, "Lord, take my life." I would try to make her forget her misery by continuing to sing the hymn, "Take My Life and Let it Be." But, she wanted to go...and Jesus let her sleep. Her suffering was too much for her to bear any more. Years after her death...I'd listen to this song by Celine Dion while driving and just cry and cry. She wrote it for her niece who died at 16 from cystic fibrosis....I'm crying now as I'm posting this song...FLY! I will have the translation for you...but NOTHING compares to this...I miss my MAMA! Even so, Come Lord JESUS! Eileen Manassian Ghali Poetry Soup Friends...here is a link if you want to hear the song. You can follow the English translation, but if you speak French....just listen to the words. Perhaps, your eyes will well up. There is so much pain in this world. So much pain...Why are we content here? If you want a better idea of what illness my mother hand, read my poem, May 17. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8q1auoDcPg FLY Fly, fly little wing My sweet, my swallow Go far, go in peace Let nothing here hold you back Join the heavens and freedom Leave us, leave the earth Leave your unhappy exterior Change your world. Fly, fly little sister Fly my angel, my pain Leave your body and us So your suffering finally ends. Go rejoin the other shore The one of flowers and laughter The one you yearned for so much Your life from childhood Fly, fly my love Since what is ours is too burdensome Since nothing relieves you Fly to your last journey Leave your exhausted hours Fly, you deserve it Become a breath, become a dove So you can fly away Fly, Fly little flame Fly my angel, my soul Leave your skin of unhappiness Go find the light Paul, my favorite Bible author, has this to say about those who fall asleep... I Thessalonians 4: 15- According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words. I believe I will see her one day!