The Dying Child
Come lay and be with me my love,
Your love is what I need to have.
With your love as pure as the rain,
Takes away the fear and the pain.
Your touch so soft like the wind,
Cleanse my soul as I come to end.
Now my soul can go straight above,
For I’ve lived and I fell in love.
Every leaf falls from that old tree,
Like hours falling away from me.
And just like that very old tree,
I shall be remembered to thee.
Now I must leave this world my love,
Spread these wings and go straight above.
My god has been so good to me,
If this is His will let this be.
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