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Like angel’s whispers to my ear
The pain is soft inside my fear
The pain is soft but gently grows
Inside the fear whose seed it sows
Go softly, softly through my being
That I may blind my eyes to seeing
The truth of my mortality
The pain of this reality
Allow me this tranquillity
To pen my last soliloquy


With strident trumpets from above
A mighty hand in iron glove
A mighty hand to make its mark
And firmly lead me from the dark
So firmly, firmly my heart wake
That I may own to my mistake
And see the bough about to break
No angel’s whispers for my sake
No deft excuses now I’ll make
But death’s approaching hand I’ll take


As heaven’s peal deafens, so does pain
Ring true in me again…again
Ring true in me, my trusty friend
As I on you at last depend
Ring soundly, soundly…take me home
To death’s cathedral, stately dome
I welcome now the flighty charms
Of He in whose embracing arms
I willingly relinquish qualms
And whisper all angelic psalms
Amen

 

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