PERFECT EYES

When I have gone to funerals to say farewell to a friend,
Said a sad goodbye, yet knowing we would meet in the end.
Yet sometimes something did not seem at all right to me,
I thought, as I glanced at my friend, what could it be?

Then I saw just one little thing that did bother me so,
On those eyes closed in the sleep of death, the spirit did go
To realms on high where aches, pains, deformities fade,
Glasses placed with care, but those eyes will need no aide.

For we shall be whole, perfected in every possible way,
So I ask, why glasses on my dear friends face that day?
When my times comes for me to go beyond this world,
Please, no glasses for me, but my hair naturally curled.

Send my old body to the grave as if it had no flaws,
Seal also the lid, don’t let my friends have cause
To feel sorrow and hurt for my old and feeble state,
Just place an early picture of me with my beloved mate.

After this earthly life we will have perfect eyes to see,
Move with grace and ease, beautiful or handsome be.
When we are called forth on the great millennial day,
Leave the glasses behind, with perfect eyes see the way.

M Ann Margetson © March 24, 2001

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