Dear God, let me lay my head upon your lap,
upon your soft white robe,
when the wind is cold and biting,
and I have no place to go....
Let me lay my head upon your lap,
upon your soft white robe,
when the darkness of the darkest night surrounds me
and I have no hand to hold....
Dear God, stroke my soft scalp with your tender hands,
when all I do is cry,
from pain, loss, suffering,
which never answers why?
Stroke my soft scalp with your tender hands,
when I grow old and immobile,
when my name becomes forgotten
and my dreams become just dreams....
Dear God, kiss my heart with your golden lips,
when it becomes cracked and broken,
from the constant failures in life
and praise that's never spoken.
Dear God, sit me upon your strong knee,
when I come to join you upon your cloud,
and you whisper within my eternal heart,
how much I made you proud.....
This is a revelation I experienced while my dad was dying, a simple moment, a simple thought; but an elevation to another place within my heart. Dad died a few days later, though we had our differences and dad could be a bitter man, I cried the day he died.....Because within my heart I knew he tried his best....