Let me be there

Her disease grew on her and so did her fear

She clung to the one closest to her 

"Please don’t go” she said.

Clinging to them like a little child.

She would fret and fume if they went away.

“I know my feet are wobbling and I can barely stand on my own.

The words I speak can hardly be understood.

I know you all have your own lives to live

But all I ask you is to let me be there.

Let me be there to see your faces

Let me be there to hear your voices  

The time is coming soon when the world will blank out on me

But till then all I ask

Is let me be there.”

Isaiah 46:3 CJB

³ “Listen to me, house of Yaakov,
all who remain of the house of Israel:
I have borne you from birth,
carried you since the womb.
⁴ Till your old age I will be the same —
I will carry you until your hair is white.
I have made you, and I will bear you;
yes, I will carry and save you.
⁵ To whom will you liken me and equate me?
With whom will you compare me, as if we were similar?”

Closing her eyes, the tears fell,

“I’m sorry Lord, she said

From my youth, you have been with me,

Through my trials you have never left me.

I know till my grave, you will carry me.”