When the day comes that My Spirit has
left my body,
Don't call it my Death, for now I can give New Life.
If my Heart held
Then place it in the Chest of the Unloved,
So the Warmth of Giving will Comfort their Soul.
If my Ears could
Then place them on the Un-listening,
For they are the ones who Need to Hear,
More then those who can not.
If my Eyes could
Then give them to the one who Will Not See.
So Prejudice will be Gone,
For the blind do Not Judge by Color or Conviction.
If my Voice could still Speak,
Then place it in the Throat of the Harsh Speaking.
So their words will become Soft and Kind,
For the mute do Not Scream.
Give my Arms to the
Who has Forgotten how to Hold her Child:
My Legs to the Runner
Who left behind the ones who Loved him.
Give my Smile to the
That they may learn Sharing;
My Tears to the Guiltless,
That they may find Compassion.
And give My Spirit to the Lord,
That I may Fly High in the Heavens,
Rejoicing in the Memory
of those Gifts I Left Behind.