Oh, Death Be Gentle
Oh, death be gentle and be kind
whenever you shall come for me,
for one day you shall be assigned
to set my soul from body free.
Please do not be a reaper grim.
Oh, death, be gentle and be kind.
When light inside my eyes grows dim,
the great beyond I soon shall find.
Yes, I’ll be following behind
to where it is that you might lead.
Oh, death be gentle and be kind.
Don’t torture me or make me bleed.
Please take me swiftly without pain.
Let peace and joy then be entwined.
Then lift me to a higher plane.
Oh, death be gentle and be kind.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2022
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