Christ I Am Requesting A Private Meeting
Tell Christ I Need More Time
Angels Above Me
I Feel I AM
Coming Home.
My Breathing
Has Slowed Down
I Feel A Distancing
Away From My Body.
I Am Trying To Hold On
I Am Trying To Stop It.
I Still Have Words Left
To Say To Love Ones.
Stop The Flight
Stop The Flight
Into Angels Wings
Stop The Flight
Tell Christ We Need
To Talk.
Tell Christ That
I Need More Time
I Am Not Done Yet
Here On Earth.
I Am Still Serving
Others.
My Job Is Not Finished
Yet.
The Angels They
Made A Mistake.
I Feel Them Above
Me Circling Around.
I'm Pulling My
Life Back Into
My Body.
I'm Not Leaving
Yet
There Is You
The World
To Whom You
I Love So Much.
I Am Staying
With You.
Organizing A Private
Meeting With Christ
I Know He'll Understand.
I Am Still Dancing
Across The Blueberry
Clouds On Earth.
On A Sunday Afternoon
In A Field Of Buttercups
After My Mom And I
Take Communion.
Give Me Just Another
Month.
Stop The Flight
Into Angel Wings.
Stopping Flight
Here They Are.
Bring Me Back
Circle Back Around
Heading Toward Earth.
Celestial Holy Beings
Surrounded By Angels
In Flight.
Oh How Beautiful
They Are
I Feel An Exhilarating
Type Of Holy High.
I Promise I Won't Forget
This Type Of Holy High
And The Beauty Of
You Holy Angels
BUT
Pick Up Is Another
Day A Year From Now
Or So. ~ ~ ~