Dear Lord I plead
The angel of death
I am perceived
I’m not of death
But life that’s past
To heavens gate
I make the path
The grieving ones
Who look to me
For answers of eternity
When death is near
I take their hand
To try to help them understand
But if that soul is one I knew
Please give me the strength
To make it through

The Last Responder
Is what I’m called
Needed by everyone
But feared by all

Christine Jeffers
© Year 2000