Sometimes I wonder if when I wake, will You be there to accompany me on the journey, I'll then take?
Will You cradle me gently and carry my soul, for surely body now weakened, will require Thy blessed hold.
Within mighty wings traveling to eternal home, you'll find comfort in My arms and restoration upon My throne.
What form will You take Father, Brother, or Child? Will I recognize the One who's to be my divine guide?
Will You be bathed in white light, gleaming with warmth? Will I be surrounded with emotion that to fear will transform?
Sweet child, do not worry with such sorrow and fret; rest and know I am always the exhale one seeks upon their last breath.