Ice cold hands grip me tight as they lead me toward the light.
I'm terrified for what comes next, the fear of the unknown after death is what I feel best.
I'm getting closer and closer toward the bright clouds.
I see angels singing and tress blowing in the breeze.
Jesus himself is nowhere to be seen, but soon he'll show and guide me home.
He'll look at me with a kindly smile and say, "Hey. It's been awhile."
I'll grab his hand and hold it tight as we walk together, through the mist of forever.