My spirit left my body
and I looked down to see
you and others weeping
while standing over me.
I cried out, “Here I am,
way up above your head!”
But you couldn’t hear me
and I wondered… Am I dead?
I noticed that an angel
was near me standing by;
and said, “This can’t be real,
I’m not ready yet to die.”
She replied, ‘I’m not surprised.
I hear that all the time,
from others who, just like you,
are still yet in their prime.’
I pleaded, “But I’m different.
I have lots of things to do.
Put me back into my body and
don’t take me ‘till I’m through.
I’ll go to church each Sunday
and do the things I should.
If I must go today, my time
on earth won’t look so good.
I’ll say my prayers each evening
and spend time with family.
I’ll give a little to the poor
and make God proud of me.
I’ll be honest, kind, and caring
if He’ll only let me stay.
I promise, I had planned
to make these changes anyway.”
The angel said, ‘I’m sorry.
This would all be great;
But after one has passed away,
it then becomes too late.’
Never have I felt such pain
and sorrow in my heart.
I began to tremble
and awakened with a start.
I realized I’d been dreaming
and felt joy beyond compare.
I leaped up from my bed
and fell upon my knees in prayer.
Either God, or my conscience,
helped me face reality.
And from that moment on
I knew there’d be a different me.
