Slipping Away

Heading home with my heart still at the funeral.

I wonder if I'll ever get it back.

Ashamed to say my thoughts fell from this fallen angel

Who bore me on this mortal track.

At fifty-four, I'm so much more than what I'd planned

Yet so much less than I should be.

Now life grows short, and talents fade as shifting sand.

I'll never fill her hopes for me.

How I long to slip away

From the pain and the sadness of this day.

Torn by wounds I can't convey,

Lord I wish I could just slip away!

The hottest fires dim beneath death's cold, black stare.

It makes you question all you knew.

All life's gifts stand as treasures oh so rare.

All man's deeds soon fade from view.

Each day God's path takes me further on my own,

With fewer signs of what's ahead.

Each passing soul leaves me ever more alone,

Bound by faith on this slender thread.

There's times I long to slip away

From the harsh, dogged grind of each day.

I've never felt such dismay!

Lord I wish I could just slip away!

So many souls have fallen from my side.

So few care to take their place.

Sometimes I feel like I've already died,

But for the depths of God's grace.

How I long to slip away

From the pain and the sadness of each day.

With this world in such decay,

Lord I wish I could just slip away!