When It’s Time To Fly
I want my departure to be
Neither depressing nor sad
But be a celebration
Of the long full life I had
I pray my children know
I’ll love them for forever
And know when they pass on
Again we’ll be together
I’ll be glad to go
When my time has come
And join the ones I know
Who also know the Son
One day I will fly
Into God’s loving arms
And I’ll be there up high
Safe from any harm
I’ll depart the world
And let the Angel Michael know
That I believe in God
As the savior of my soul
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: October 4th, 2018 00:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 45
Comments2
Yes this is how I feel. I have said to my children that when the Church Service is over I want the congregation to go out to "Rock Around the Clock"
lol yes, G. A final service should be a celebration with smiles and not so many tears.
A fine write w c.
Thanks, orchidee. I appreciate your comment.
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