Carolyn Ford Witt
To Sleep - A Finer Place - Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
When raging rivers turn to blood
And skies are dark with ash
Death's swift schythe swings low to ground
A terror driven slash......
When hearts are frozen clumps of fear
And bodies skeletal,
And terror seeps from every pore
No belly will be full......
When Demons wings fly through the sky
And horror tumbles free,
And darkness falls throughout the Earth
Black fear infecting thee.....
Pull down the softness of thy brow
And close thy eyes to sleep,
For know that in thy inner self
Thy love for Him runs deep....
Rejoice, my child, for time is near
When this existence ends,
But fear should not deny you
For He's died for all your sins.....
A finer place where Angels tread
Is where Thy soul shall be
For God has made a finer place
A finer place for thee.....
So close thine eyes, for sleep you must,
There is naught to fear;
And when you wake, my child, you'll see
The face of God.....so dear.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
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