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