Do not let 'death' yet touch your tongue,
for you still have much to teach.
Though my palm be turned up at last,
I have yet to learn to reach.
Do not let 'death' yet touch your tongue,
for you have done so much for me,
perhaps you have yet more to do,
if so, then Lord, do not let it be.
Do not let 'death' yet touch your tongue,
for you are the last of a dying breed.
Love of Justice, Goodness, Truth and Beauty,
the meaning behind ritual, prayer, and creed.
Do not let 'death' yet touch your tongue,
for you are loved by the many,
perhaps it is your time after all,
for beauty cultivated, you have plenty.
Do not let 'death' yet touch your tongue,
for the word is of life, the breath
And I would dread if you did pass,
to some part of me it would be death.
Do not let 'death' yet touch your tongue,
for then I should shed a tear.
How selfish I can seem to be,
when it's nothing more than fear.
Do not let 'death' yet touch your tongue,
for you have taught me how to live.
If I should be left to pass these things on,
my inability I pray you'd forgive.
Do not let 'death' yet touch your tongue,
Lord I know I said death is a time of joy,
it's not his passing I lament,
but the lack it shall leave in mine.
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