The Going

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He sits by my hospital bed,

He takes my hand and sniffles,

He starts to say a prayer.

All I hear is his heart beating,

And his quivering breaths.

As I rise up to the ceiling I see this,

The one who loves me sits besides my bed,

Saying he's sorry,

But what is he sorry for?

I try to sink back into my body,

But the weightlessness doesn't let me.

So I grab onto the wall and pull myself down,

So I can just touch his face once more before I go.

Can't God let him see my soul struggling to get down?

I finnally get to touch his face and leave.

I leave feeling remembered, remembered by someone who listened to me from the beginning to the end someone who really cared for me not just hey I like you kisses youd and leaves you in the dust, as I look down from the light up in the air I smile at him remembering him eternally, as he will remember me and as I walk though the shining golden gate that leads me to heaven and I will watch him from the clouds and walk in the light of God for enternity and, someday I will see all of my family and friends up in heaven with me and they will do the same as I did.

But until then, I will watch them from the clouds of heaven and show them the way as God did for me.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 15, 2013 ⏰

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