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I was awakened from a deep deep sleep
when I heard a voice call out to me.

“My son, my son,” I heard it say.
“Your time has come,
Life on earth for you is done.
I have come to take you home.”

I cried out, “How can it be?
There’s so much left inside of me.
a story I have yet to tell,
a song that I have yet to sing.”

“My son, my son, you’ve done well.
To your neighbor you’ve been good,
to my commandments mostly true.
You’ll like the place I’ve made for you.”

“But Lord,” I said. “there’s much to do.
I plead with you for a little time
to start the things I have in mind.
Give me the time to see them through.
Oh Lord my God I beg of you.”

“But oh my son,” the Lord replied.
“I’ve given you three score and ten.
You’ve done my work and done it fine
but now it seems you’re marking time.”

“Please Lord,” I said. “Don’t take me now
and I will give my solomn vow
to do the things that I must do.
I’ll do them well and start them now.”

The Lord then said, I’ll wait awhile.
I’ve heard your plea, I’ll let you stay.
So spread your message while you may
and I’ll return another day.”

Ron Flowers 2008

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