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Sickness slips away on quiet feet

as stealthily as it came on her

Rising and falling slowly stills

Slip away, slip away, and let her

be free


Don’t break, and don’t fear

open wide to His floodgates

and let Him fill the chasm

Cry, it’s okay, it’s okay

be sad


Angels, take up your stations

guard and protect

through the day and

especially the night

her family


An aching body gives up its soul

and God brings His girl home

to colors never seen

and a mansion to call her own

she’s home


Wait for us at the gate

we’ll see you on the other side