Death

Give me words to write away the pain that fills every crack of my broken heart. It's hard to imagine time will heal this ache. And I'm not sure I want it to least I forget.

My Father’s Last Prayer

Lord have mercy on my soul
Nigh unto me even unto my own mouth

Lord I stretch my hand to thee no other help I know
If thou withdraw thyself from me whether shall I go

I have called on thee in good times and in sorrow
I have one more river to cross

Lord take me by the hand and lead me on
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m worn

I see you standing with your arms outstretched
I’ll rest in your bosom
Wash my weary feet in the river Jordan