Last night I had an awful dream
Part based on truth, so it would seem
My friend was in such dreadful pain
The pills she took were all in vain.
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To the doctor she tried to go
Her progress was so very slow
On her knees she slowly crept
And I could see how much she wept.
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I saw the pain on her dear face
Crawling she was, at such slow pace
I tried to help her to her feet. . .
Had to accept complete defeat.
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“There’s nothing more that they can do,
But thank you for just being you!”
Then I knew that she would die. . .
But I’d not said my last good-bye!
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I woke up with a horrid start,
Trying to slow my racing heart!
Now, first thing, I’m going to send
Flowers to this most precious friend.
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These will cheer her last days on earth
And tell her of her special worth.
In my dream she was so downcast
But soon she’ll have no pain, at last.
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I hope the gift will help her see
That she means so much to me.
My dream helped me to understand,
That death's a gift which He has planned.
