I know that drops of tears which I hid in my kerchief. Still my eyes were burning, and my head got hot my heart was beating fast and I felt weak, solemn thoughts rose up from my mind, and a note of thankfulness played its melody in my being. Retreat was out of hope, Behind, a sealed route, Eternity's white flag before, And God at every. Before were cities, but between, The forest of the dead. Our pace took sudden awe, Our feet reluctant led. And I hid my tears inside my handkerchief. Our journey had advanced Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term. Lift up your heart and share with me, God wanted me now, He set me free. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief, don't lengthen it now with undue grief. My life's been full, I savoured much, good friends, good times, a loved one's touch. Be not burdened with times of sorrow, I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss, ah, yes, these things too I will miss. If my parting has left a void, then fill it with remembered joy. Tasks left undone must stay that way, I've found that peace at the end of the day. I could not stay another day, to laugh, to love, to work, to play. I took his hand when I heard his call, I turned my back and left it all. Such life no bonds can hold –ĭon't grieve for me, for now I'm free, I'm following the path God laid for me. Where it had dauntless stood was loneliness and void.īut men who passed paid tribute – and said, Its towering arms a landmark stood, erect and unafraid,Īs if to say, “Fear naught from life’s alarms”. Within its fold birds safely reared their young.Īnd the cooling shade gave cheer to passers by. Stood staunch against the sky and all around Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on
You can remember her and only that she is gone Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
#The last journey by timothy coote full#
Or you can be full of the love that you shared Im excited about its destination cause Ive heard it sets. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her Last Journey- Timothy Coote There is a train at the station with a seat reserved just for me. Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back Than that you should remember and be sad. You tell me of our future that you planned:Ī vestige of the thoughts that once I had,īetter by far you should forget and smile When you can no more hold me by the hand, See Also Malay - Amboseli National Parks - Manyeleti Game Reserve Channel Guide Magazine James Patterson Book Lists
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