My End

In my closing days
When they prepare to go their way,
I pray
That I haven’t led them astray
But placed their young hands
In that of the groom-God-man’s
Who will wed them
With Him.
I hope they won’t strain at His yoke,
But remain simple folk
Filled with love for others
And for our Merciful Maker.

May my end
Not sadden
But prepare them
For the One True Friend
Who neither wavers nor abandons
But helps the faithful remain in good standing.
That’s the legacy I want to leave
When the world has all but forgotten me;
So that when I enter heaven,
I’ll be waiting for them.

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