Cometh The Hour Poem by Joyce Hemsley

His last words:

Bring to my eyes your loving smile
bring grape wine to my lips...
oh the wonder of seeing you there
calming my soul with your fingertips.

Tears are falling from our eyes,
how sorrowful is each embrace...
dreams shattered, the hour is nigh
but we will meet in a higher place.

Yes, my life is fading fast away
towards the holy eternal sleep...
oh how I love and adore you dear
~~no more words can I speak~~.

He died at dawning
with dignity.
Flowers filled his room,
so great was he.