This Morning
This morning before I awoke.
Whispers I heard as angels spoke.
" What are you saying?" I ask
As I'm drawn to the sweet gentle sound.
"Whats this that lies beneath me? Is it
heaven, for there is no ground?"
Theres a bright light before me, and I
cannot see.
I'm dazed and confused what happened to me?
Then I heard in the calmest voice,
"You died last night, for I had no choice"
" All your days I've watched over you, I'm sorry
my child there was nothing I could do."
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