The Elevator Ride
Her mother fell ill
And was close to death
So this is the tale
Of her final breath
A friend of mine
A long time ago
Told this story
You all must know
Her mother lay dying
In her hospital bed
When she opened her eyes
These words were said
There they stand
Can't you see
Two angel's in white
Smiling at me
There in the corner
At the foot of my bed
Her daughter thought morphine
Was filling her head
Her daughter caught the elevator
And climbed aboard
A voice said stand at attention
For a saint of the Lord
She couldn't move
No matter how hard she tried
And when the elevator stopped
Her mother had died
Her mother was gone
But wasn't alone
For two angel's had taken her
Straight to God's Throne
(This is a true story)
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