When I awoke that fateful morn’,
it was not yet for me to know,
that this would be my final day.

About the morning, I did rush,
pausing not to take a breath.
To reflect upon the little things,
that have now come to mean so very much.
I took for granted that there would be,
another sunrise to share with thee.

At destiny’s hour,
it was in service to my country
and that of my fellow man,
my final moments did draw near.
It was upon the arrival, of the appointed time,
I came to be, in the company of
the unknown brothers and sisters,
that the fates had preordained for me to know.

In one voice,
through the smoke and flames,
we cried out to Thee.
"My God, My God! Why hast Thou forsaken me?"
And within moments, my final breaths were drawn.

It was at the moment, I drew my last,
a heavenly voice called out to me.
My Child, My Child! Fear not,
Our Father has not forsaken thee.
For it is now, that He has heavenly need of thee.
You have but to place thy hand in mine.
In peace and comfort, I am here to guideth thee,
to Our Fathers heavenly home.