I hold her feverish body close to me <br /> To keep this nearness bright, to calm her fear. <br /> From earthly trials He soon will set her free. <br /> Like eternity these last days seem to be, <br /> And I'm her first-born, know the time is near. <br /> I hold her feverish body close to me. <br /> My weary pilgrim knows that only He <br /> Can take her cloak of sorrow, dry her tear. <br /> From earthly trials He soon will set her free. <br /> Into green pastures she will softly flee <br /> And walk beside still waters deep and clear. <br /> I hold her feverish body close to me. <br /> She will take the Shepperd's hand, go peacefully <br /> Into that valley when her time is here. <br /> From earthly trials He soon will set her free. <br /> My beloved will awake from sleep to see <br /> The way unfold, the guiding light appear. <br /> I hold her feverish body close to me, <br /> From earthty trials He soon will set her free.<br /><br />Florence Weber Mann<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weary-pilgrim/
