I heard the angels sing,
When heaven opened its gates,
Another soul has been added,
To heaven’s offering plate.

Some days there are many,
Some days there are few,
God called your name last night,
Christ’s ushers collected you.

They came in the form of angels,
Wearing wings of snowy white,
Golden crowns upon their heads,
Shined greater than earthly lights.

They flew into your room,
Alit one on either side,
God bade them to be,
Your appointed heavenly guide.

Your body became etherealness,
And slowly started to rise,
The angels reached and took your hands,
As you disappeared into the skies.

Gayle Davis
September 11, 2001 ©
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*~The Word~*

The Word was with God, and the Word was God.
And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us....
- John 1:1, John 1:14