So often I sit alone in a room
reflecting on my life.
Memories float all over me
as chills go down my spine.
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When some have gone before me.
I keep holding their souls close.
Knowing that still they are watching me
from a better place above.
                    *
I often feel a presence
in the room I'm resting in.
Feeling chilly, while being covered
with a blanket from God's den.
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I know he holds the angel's dear.
I'll be one some year with wings.
The chill, then warmth I always feel
Is the message the angel sings.
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Bring the good from your heart
to all mankind and shelter it from sin.
Be true to yourself in all you do. 
Use the gifts that God gave you.
 

~~Marlene Dawn . 2003~~