We are without time
Drifting in an empty space,
Somewhere between earth and eternity
A holy solemn place.

Waiting, waiting, holding on
Counting every breath,
What’s the purpose of this slow suffering,
Lingering between life and death?

Oh Lord, we wanted him so to stay,
We prayed his life you’d extend
But now oh Lord we have let go,
Please let his trials end.

Please touch us Lord
Hold us close, send us your peace
Call your angels to his side,
For heaven is where his glory will increase.

We are without time,
Drifting in an empty space
Waiting God’s final call
With His mercy and His grace.

©️Trish Bee

September 2018