His Last Words

Time has ran out; my time is up
And soon, my blood-flow will stop
Lord I want to dine with the angels
And dance to the chimes of heaven’s bells

Gather round, listen well
My sons, my wife, as I bid farewell
Mind my words, every bit till the last
Harken to my voice while my breath lasts

I make these wishes before I die
Be glad, be strong, never to cry
Let’s hold hands; forgive my cold palms
Cheer my soul unto eternity with heartful psalms

I feel loved as I look around this room
I’m just departing; death isn’t my doom
So pray that I behold not the gates of hell
My sons, my wife, as I bid farewell

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