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The Vigil
A daughter sits at the bedside,
Of her dying dad,
Wishing for more time,
And the life that they once had....
She stays with him all morning,
she gently pats his hand,
watching this transpire before me,
was more than I can stand....
she sings and prays with him,
while sitting by his bed,
I can hardly contain my emotions,
as she strokes his head....
I pace in and out of the door,
trying to let her know,
That I am here to help,
And that I love her so....
she never leaves his side,
as he slips away,
into the arms of Jesus,
On this peaceful sunny day.....
