Today I sit before you.
Today I sit before you,
And talk to you in jest,
I would love to come to heaven,
Purely as a guest.
I would like to see my loved ones,
Who I miss here every day,
To hold them in my arms again,
Rather than see them when I pray.
I would like to talk to my fore fathers,
To ask about our genealogy,
Because there are many assumptions,
In our families history.
If I cannot visit heaven,
In my spiritual form,
Please take care of all those I love,
Until the day I will come home.
Written by David Boyce
28 January 2013
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