Stood at the side of her bed.
Gazing upon her pain stricken face,
The angel spoke softly and said,
"I see that you are tired, my child,
I've come to take you home,
I'm here to help you for you cannot,
Make the trip alone.
Everything is ready,
God is expecting you,
Just hold my hand and close your eyes,
That's all you have to do.
Together we will travel,
Up to Heaven's door,
And then, when you are safe inside,
Your pain will be no more.
You'll walk upon the streets of gold,
And feel such peace within,
And when the time is right, you'll see,
Your loved ones once again."
She looked up at the angel,
And held out her feeble hand,
She whispered to the angel,
"Thank you dear, I understand."
She slowly closed her eyes,
And with a tear upon her cheek,
She gave a little sigh and gently,
Drifted off to sleep.
Jeannette E. Smith
February 19, 2004
