There is quietness over the glen, An early autumn settles slowly in And like a leaf blown by the wind, Life’s journey has reached it’s end.
I hear the mourning sounds Of loved ones gathered around, Around my bed they softly weep, They’ve come to see my final sleep.
Do not grieve for me too long For I am only going home And we will meet again one day, I’ll be waiting to show the way.
Where the leaves lie to ground Dear ones will lay me down, Behind the olden country church Neath the leafless trees of birch.
They will cry my passing away, They will bow their heads and pray But we’ll all meet again I know Where the Garden of Eden grows.
Though this dark hour is my last, Though my life is dimming fast, Of crossing over I have no fear For God’s angel whispers I hear.
Their wings gently brush my brow, A calming darkness enters now, I smile knowing what joy is ahead As they tenderly raise me from bed.
Carry me gently out of the night, Oh heavenly angels take flight, Bear me up on snow-white wings, To The Holy Father my soul bring.
"Flight Of Angels"
©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 09-17-04
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