I climbed up the mountain to speak to my God. I wasn't wanting anything from him. Just needed to let him know. If he was ready to take me. I was ready to go.
When I got to the top of the mountain. I could see for miles around. The wind blew through the trees. Other than that there was not another sound.
I looked upon the beauty. The hand of God made.And in a tiny voice to my God I prayed. As I raised my arms to the sky I felt upon my hand. A warm drop of water. Gods tear did surely land.
I knew he heard my prayers. And I knew what was said. My son, my child. you must stay here You must struggle with the dead. You must show the world that you do not depend. On flesh or bone. Teach them to live in spirit and I will bring you home.
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