His Final Breathe
His Final Breathe
Sat quietly around his bed
Each breathe a torturous fight
As life had been
Year on year.
Occasionally he opened his eyes
Focusing on nothing much,
In his heart he knew he was not alone
For God held his hand, within our own.
Day on day the fight went on
God was calling in a silent whisper
No-one but Dad could hear his voice
Giving him grace to take his time.
Turning his face to the ones he loved
Serenity crept within the place.
For him to go to his eternal home.
Each knew the time had come.
That final breathe so gentle
Was for him the best to come
For now with God he can live
Complete, whole and without pain.
Written for: 'Unforgettable Memories' challenge
Moderator: wtbakelar
By icedcreations
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