In the sunset of the evening,
Ever onward toward the shadows,
As the night's descending blanket
On her world in darkness falls,
Goes Crissy, the young, the lovely-
Unto her the Master calls.
Through the valley she is struggling,
Clothed in clouds of crippling pain,
She will reach that Great Dimension
And let fall her robe of sorrow
As she passes life's last barrier,
On into God's Own Tomorrow.
We must weep, we cannot see
The splendor of eternity.
by Alexandria Copywrited @ 1999