A song of great loss…

FINAL DANCE

As I sit here in this hospital room

Thinking back over the years

Trying my best to fill the time

Between the sobbing and the tears

 

Looking up I see you smile

Dreaming in your sleep

Never a worry in the world

God will take your soul to keep

 

And I pray…..I pray….

Dropping down upon my knees

Knowing your time isn’t long

Begging the good Lord please

I would so gladly take your place

Lord give this soul a chance

And I pray….I pray….

Have we danced our final dance

 

Something in the touch of your hand

Causes these blurry eyes to look up

Seeing you looking down at me

Your love’s filled up my cup

 

And there’s a message in your eyes

As the look begins to fade

But not before there’s one more smile

Given me on this final day

 

And I pray…..I pray….

Dropping down upon my knees

Knowing your time isn’t long

Begging the good Lord please

I would so gladly take your place

Lord give this soul a chance

And I pray….I pray….

Have we danced our final dance

 

The nurse comes in upon the singing

Of that heart machine

As I kneel holding onto you

My ring upon your ring

 

And I pray…..I pray….

Down upon my knees

Knowing your time has finally come

Begging the good Lord please

I would have gladly taken your place

If He had given me a chance

And I pray….I pray….

We’ve danced our final dance

And I pray….I pray….

We have danced our final dance…..

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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