Before I go

And when the good lord comes to take me away

Wrapping me in his gentle white wings of holiness

And he leans close to whisper in my ear

Asking me if I drank of his goodness while on his blessed earth

I shall smile and whisper

I greeted every man as your son and messenger

Searching his face for the message he brought from the king

I gazed upon every child

Seeing the glow that surrounds one so recently in your presence

And when you painted the sky at sunset with the brush of creation

I stopped to praise your handiwork

Laughing as the clouds danced their shadows across the hills

Neither did I forget to treasure my tears

Sent to ease my pain and water my dreams

“Yes, my lord.”

I tipped back my cup and drank of every moment

Shouting out a toast to your greatness

Until the final sweet drop slid through my thirsty lips