*
Closing eyes again, though in such fright,
I prayed and hoped that I’d last out the night.
Although I could feel it so close to my brow,
I kept my eyes shut; it wouldn’t bother me now.
The shadowy form passed from me that night,
It disappeared, was gone away from my sight.
As I rolled over, so comfy, returning to nod,
Till the next time it happened,
It was just me and my God.
Last Night (part two)
I saw an angel by my bedside last night,
I saw a lone figure, oh what a fine sight.
As it passed close by me, deep in the night,
I saw a lone angel; she lit up my life.
I made not sound; I was still, not in fright,
As I lay in my bed, in the deep of the night,
As I watched it close by me, I longed for its light,
To be a part of its wonder; such a glorious sight.
*
The shining white form, the silvery sight,
Began to glide past me in front of my eyes.
As I lay in bed on my right-hand side,
The holiest of things flew past me that night.
*
Finally, eventually, as I watched with my eyes,
It left, departed, was gone – how I cried.
Although it was gone I was now oh-so-wise,
To God’s plan for every adult and child.