THE ASSUMPTION OF THE GENERAL

The General was lying peacefully upon her bed,
When two angels of the Lord passed overhead.

The one on the left, held in her hands,
A General's Star, for one that commands.

The one on the right, she did possess,
A purple robe, for the General to dress.

The General was resting, when they came in.
Their brilliant, white light, vanished all sin.

The one on the left, said with a smile,
“It’s time dear one, you've walked your last mile.”

In a flash, her spirit crossed over the veil,
Straight into heaven, leaving behind, her terrible hell.

To the garden's gate, her sweet spirit did float,
Over the bridge, and across the moat.

An angel, with golden hair, guarded the gate.
With a flaming sword, she struck the keyhole plate.

The huge pearl gate flew open wide.
The General hesitated, then walked inside.

She encountered a form, of pure energy and light.
The angels around Him, were dressed, in dazzling white.

Come in, sweet Ocie, we know who you are,
On your chest, I’ll pin this general's star.

Together we’ll walk, the streets of pure gold.
You’ll be young again, healthy, and never grow old.

On each side, there’ll be loved ones from your past.
With these precious ones, you'll be reunited at last.

All the sins, that once your soul did stain.
Have all been removed, not one does remain.

Look, there’s your body, you left behind.
You were old, twisted and blind.

Your five children, they all do grieve.
They feel such sadness, that you had to leave.

Your Aide’s head is resting, upon your chest.
Her soul mourns, but she’s glad you’re at rest.

Go now, for three days, and visit with those whom you please.
Your spirit will travel, as a soft, quiet breeze.

Touch them gently, as you pass by.
Whisper, please child, I’m here, don't cry.

Your oldest son, has now taken his place.
The younger one cries, when he looks on his face.

The older one is holding, him to his chest.
“Don't worry, dear brother, our mommy’s at rest.”

The girls look on, with great sadness and fear.
Go General, go now, they need you, my dear.

In the church, your children will all gather there.
The pastor you chose, will say a nice prayer.

They’ll all be seated, in the front row.
I’ll remove all sadness; we'll have a great show.

The young one called “Dick” his faith is real weak.
I think I’ll have an angel, direct him to speak.

At the cemetery, you’ll hover over them, up in the sky.
You’ll see how Jerry Adams loved you, and of course, he will cry.

Go now General, and touch each one in their heart.
Tell them, that those who love Me never shall part.