The Gift Of Life Poem by Alan Duffield-lock

You didn't give me the gift of life,
you gave me the gift to live life,
you gave me the will to live life,
you gave me the love to live life,
you gave me the reason to live life,
you gave me the hope to live life,
you gave me the right to live life,
you gave me the passion to live life.

When your life has run it's course and you die,
the Angels will line the route to heaven's gate,
as you pass them, they will smile with a tear in their eye,
for they know that you are pure of soul and St Peter will wait,
they have waited for you for a long time,
the Lord has watched you with pleasure,
you have kept to the line
and passed out-right his measure.

You will be laid out in the purest white,
and flower's will don your hair,
you will become a star so bright,
showing the way to the Lords lair,
Angels will sing as they carry you
to your resting place above,
you will be known as the truest blue,
forever surrounded by love.