In whispered prayers, a soul’s decree,“Thank God, when I pass, I’ll be set free.”A journey’s end, not bound by earth,A passage to a second birth.

No shackles of pain, no chains of despair,Just boundless skies and fresh, sweet air.A freedom that the heart does seek,In quiet moments, when spirits speak.

Through valleys dark and mountains steep,The promise is His to keep.A solace found in faith’s embrace,A journey to a sacred place.

So when the final breath does flee,And eyes close to what was and will be,With grateful heart, the soul does see,“Thank God, I’m free, eternally.”

March 28, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop