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LATE NIGHT RAMBLINGS

Her world is so small now the size of her bed    
Dots body, her tent, giving way to her death  
The ailments so many, her spirit still strong    
wants no water or food now, her time is not long    
We care and we pray, her moment at hand    
maybe hours or days, for her time in this land    
one of her four offspring, preceded her in death    
she cared for in sickness, until his final breath    
Her daughter (my wife) gives love and devotion    
leans into lord Jesus and not her emotion    
Dots siblings, there were 8, she made final 2    
Her life has been long, just turned ninety-two    
Her voice is so faint now, her eyes a soft stare    
open and closing, with a spiritual glare    
sometimes our tears, well up and they seize us    
asking for comfort and peace, in your name Lord JESUS    
Been with us 8 months, in the bed with infirmity    
Lord, let her be healed in your name, for eternity    
    
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
Written by TIG
Published | Edited 28th Jan 2022
Author's Note
Ecclesiastes 3:2 "a time to give birth and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot;"
John 3:14 We know that we have passed from death to life, because we love each other. Anyone who does not love remains in death.
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