The Lord is my shepherd... O God, she can no longer speak for herself. Care for this least sheep. Give her green pastures to rest in. Hold her soul in your love. Yea though I walk through the valley of death ... Cover her, O God, in your grace and hope. Banish her sins. Chase away evil. Hold her hand as she walks through the valley. Thou prepares a table before me ... Annoint her, O God, with your tears. She waits. O! Her soul waits For your eschatological feast. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me ... O God, lift her up. Walk with her through the veil. And let her dwell in your Paradise For all eternity.
©2012, John A. Mills