Your Face

As dawn holds hands with the moon

and the stars begin to fade.

The arms of the clock begin their dance         

as time begins to fade.

Your face

Your face

Is all I see

nothing more beautiful or radiant

then your face right next to God.

Your face

Your face

is all I see 

as I drift off to sleep

at night.

Your face

Your face

is what I wish to see 

when I awake

at dawn’s new light.

If I had

to make one last request

before I die.

It would be to see

Your 

wonderful

beautiful 

face

For the last 

and final time.