Mildred Faye Henderson

A bed of rest

Your final place

Into His eyes you pressed and pressed

Longing written upon your face

A bed of rest and of relief

To peaceful sleep, carried by belief

In God’s own Son and God’s own grace

The longing written upon your face

A bed of rest and family near

Into His arms, there was no fear

Long before, the decision made

Into His blood the Savior bade

A bed of rest and friends close by

Your face uplifted to the sky

Peaceful now in arms you trust

You mouthed the words

“I see Jesus.”