And when I walked into the room of death
To greet you, breathless, struggling with the air,
Your stare was fixed, unchanged, as was your breath,
Your pain and thoughts opposed beyond a worldly care.
I thought of love and grace for you, a need,
A distant hope that God alone could grant;
A song to hear, a hopeful prayer to read,
That heaven, nearby, might give your foot, to plant,
A place, a fair and warm dominion sure
That Christ, all good, to you in peace might give
A trade of regret and sorrow for something pure,
A chance for life eternally to live
At last your breath, that you forgot to take,
Would give you peace and life so fair to make.
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 1:35 PM UTC
And when I walked into the room of death
To greet you, breathless, struggling with the air,
Your stare was fixed, unchanged, as was your breath,
Your pain and thoughts opposed beyond a worldly care.
I thought of love and grace for you, a need,
A distant hope that God alone could grant;
A song to hear, a hopeful prayer to read,
That heaven, nearby, might give your foot, to plant,
A place, a fair and warm dominion sure
That Christ, all good, to you in peace might give
A trade of regret and sorrow for something pure,
A chance for life eternally to live
At last your breath, that you forgot to take,
Would give you peace and life so fair to make.
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