A Promise

You did it sweet child, the fight is o'er!
Not only the battle, but also the war.
Your body, to sleep its longest night;
your soul, reborn in glory and light;
soon to be joined inseparably
and walk the halls of eternity.

You did it sweet child, three cheers are yours!
Death's not the end, but only a door
that opens on fields of purest white,
each blade of grass speaks truth and light
and birds nest in trees of billowing good;
kindness their branches, holiness their wood.

You did it sweet child, you're on your way
past moon and stars, so far away,
where children, whose bodies were less than whole,
now play with the angels: they skip and roll
and tumble and laugh 'til they're blue in the wings.
There God watches over these beautiful things.

You did it sweet child, you are free at last!
Your future is brilliant, but remember the past
and all those you leave here on earth to bemoan
the loss of a soul as pure as your own.
I know it's far better to be where you are
but still I will miss you, sweet child that you are.

You did it sweet child, and this promise true
I make – I'll live so to be there with you.