When all is said and done
Before the final breath;
When life has almost gone
And silence fills the rest;
When life has almost gone
And silence fills the rest;
When nothing’s left to give,
And nothing more to say;
Will love and courage leave
Or they will choose to stay
By faith in better days
Ahead, beyond the hill,
In brighter, better place
Where is no sorrow? Will
I say then: ”It was grand! -
All, to the last fine thorn!”
Then fall asleep, then stand
Before Your Heaven's Throne
To hear: “Welcome, child,
I’ve waited for too long!
I’ve let some trials mild
To rear you along;
I’ve sent my love in clouds
To rain on your parade
To wash you off your doubts,
To sink the prideful trait.”
11/08/2014
