They Sang Me to Sleep

The faces around me are drawn and wet;
All their eyes are upon me as I draw my final breaths;
I hurt, but the pain is felt in my soul,
Knowing their love doesn't want to let me go.
A still, small voice is calling my name;
Echoing peace through my being, soothing the pain.
"Say your good-byes," whispers the voice to me,
And with strength I thought had vanished,
I cry out, "My family, each of you has a special place in my heart,
And Heaven welcomes all of you; only briefly we'll be apart.
Just one thing I ask as a housewarming gift,
Sing me to sleep as to Heaven I drift."
My heart feels the love in the voices I hear,
As loved ones, old and young join in a tune I hold dear;
As their song fades out I can hear another choir;
The angels of Glory are singing with fire,
Their voices are mighty for a lullaby hymn:
"Asleep to the world, awakened to Him."

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