When I am close to dying,
don't put me in a dark room.
Open the curtains to creation –
God's sun or the light of the moon.
Though temporary, while I'm alive,
don't hide me away from my friends.
Let me talk on the phone to the callers.
If visitors, let them come in.
I know that God made music.
I really want to hear
the songs and psalms of the Bible.
Sing them loud and clear.
If the nurses and doctors don't like it,
I'm telling you now really straight:
I want phone calls and visits and music
while I'm alive, not when it's too late.
So when I'm about to cross over,
don't hide me away, all alone.
Hold my hands and pray and love me, and
Sing me home.
don't put me in a dark room.
Open the curtains to creation –
God's sun or the light of the moon.
Though temporary, while I'm alive,
don't hide me away from my friends.
Let me talk on the phone to the callers.
If visitors, let them come in.
I know that God made music.
I really want to hear
the songs and psalms of the Bible.
Sing them loud and clear.
If the nurses and doctors don't like it,
I'm telling you now really straight:
I want phone calls and visits and music
while I'm alive, not when it's too late.
So when I'm about to cross over,
don't hide me away, all alone.
Hold my hands and pray and love me, and
Sing me home.
- by Netagene. I wrote this in about 15 minutes on September 25, 2011. I found it today. Mother had passed from this life on August 11, 2011. -
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