TIME IS RUNNING OUT:
Time is running out...angels hover near.
The cheeks are shallow, eyes retreating;
eternity is imminent. Death paints the
long awaited...and final portrait.
I take his hand, surprisingly soft, and
with aching heart, gently call His name.
"Jesus loves you," I whisper.
So weak, yet still mindful of an earthly
presence, he responds,
"Thank you, you're a sweet lady!"
He struggles to open his eyes and
acknowledge gratitude but weakness
All I can offer, "Keep your eyes on
Jesus...He's with you!"
"I know," he says, and falls asleep
WILL YOU SEE JESUS?