On her dying bed the
priest held her old hand,
“A prayer now, before
departing for God´s land?”
She sighed, cried &
looked him straight in the eye,
“Yes Father, I´m a
sinner & must confess before I die.”
“Forgive me Father
for I have sinned in my life,
My husband left, so
maybe I was a very bad wife,
My children grew, flew
& never again returned,
When I bowed to the
moon, by all I was spurned.
“The only sin is upon
your husband´s own head,
He who found pleasure
in another´s love bed,
Your children flew,
as all the young fly away,
No sin of yours, it
was not you who strayed.”
“Then why on this day
of my lonely departing tide,
Am I so alone with
nobody here at my dying side?”
Priest answered,
“The sin´s theirs & you’re not alone,
You´re surrounded by
Angels who will carry you home”.
The sweet lady smiled
& then closed her tired old eyes,
Feeling Angels lift
her aloft & carry her to God´s blue skies,
“Thank you Father &
now in tranquility & peace I may go”,
And all shed sins left
her soul & upon soft winds did blow.
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