My hope is, before I leave. I have given You my very best.
That my life ends, with Your soft and sweet caress.
My prayer is, I have been shed of the last vestiges, of my old dress.
My hope is, that on Your behest, everyone is loved sweetly.
And never again, made to feel as a guest.
My desire is, for each one of you to know you are blest.
And God is always there, to clean up our mess.
My joy is, to know I will see, hear, and feel,
my sweet Saviour's love in the flesh.
And never again be tempted to second guess.
I am so excited to have my Lord's crest,
impressed permanently on my chest.
My hope is, to learn how once again, to relax and jest.
But more importantly, when and where to press, and not give less.
And yes, when to stop and not become a pest.
I wish to be cremated, in my Love's vest.
And my ashes scattered from East to West.
My greatest hope is, that I leave this life,
only after I finish His quest, and with the purest of zest.
Then, and only then, my hope is, to lay down in my Father's nest.
Where I will finally have, complete and total rest.
