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For Mel and Lauren and several other Cinderella Cysters who have gone on before. Be my angles...
Cinderella's Coming Home
Scene: Hospital room, young teen girl laying in a bed, tubes everywhere, vent pump moving up and down. Spotlight on the child's father kneeling by the side of the bed, in prayer:
I'll do anything for her,
To keep her one more day,
Can't stand to let her go,
Don't know what to say...
My Cinderella Princess,
Just starting out in life,
Has not yet had the chance,
To be a Prince's wife.
Tragedies I've known,
But none that hurt this way.
I beg of you my God,
Don't take Cinderella home this day.
Thunder rolls, lightning streaks the sky, behind a clouded vale, Dimly lit, God answers from his throne:
My son, I hear your cry
My heart is hurting as your own
Our Cinderalla child
Was from heaven just a loan.
What seemed like such short time,
Seemed only just a day.
Was an eternity to me,
Just having her away.
I sent her down to earth,
To touch the lives around
This special Angel gave of all,
With a life that's so profound.
But now the time has come
She draws weary from her fight
Let Cinderella find her way,
She's coming home tonight.
Spotlight on the father, kneeling, looking up, outstretched arms yielding to clenched fists:
She has suffered oh so much
Of what you gave to bear
Can you not one time,
Be so laissez faire
She Believes in you alone,
All her faith lies there.
My Cinderella hopes in trust
That your presence will be near.
But just this once, My God, I ask
Let her get better now and see
How well that she will do,
With Cinderella home with me.
Loud Angry Sounding Thunder, Lightning across the sky, God Rises from His Throne:
Son, I know how hard it is
for a father to let go.
Even my own son,
My rigthousness would know.
But Cinderella's my special angel,
Lived my sprit with her grace
She exemplified my life,
Teaching all that Holy Place.
There is never enough time,
For a parent to bereave
But Cinderella's coming home
It's time for her to leave.
The child arises from the bed as floating in air between God on his thrown in heaven and Her Daddy on his knees by her bed. Her white robe glistens white, the light shines about her face giving the appearance of a majestic crown. She looks up at her Heavenly Father, then down to her earthly father. Raising one arm to heaven and the other lowers towards earth:
My Daddies, I've love you both so much.
I yearn to feel your touch
Looing at her father:
Your earthly help and grace
which brings me through my days,
Looking at God:
Your nightly mercy and your faith,
Allows my heart to praise.
As if speaking to both in conversation:
While I've been given much to bear,
I've had so much to share,
Life wouldn't have been the same
Without the hardships and the pain.
I have no regrets, while difficult at best,
It allowed for me to rest
in the arms of the two strongest men
God the Father and the man that he did send.
My father, taught me my earthly needs.
God the Father showed my heavenly lead.
Now tonight, my end is near,
Cinderella must take flight, I am comforted - no fear.
The thunder booms, lightning flashes and illuminates God the Father, Cinderella and her father. She looks from one to the other.
Child - I am going home tonight, I must leave this earthly mess, Just one more moment do I have, let me love you and then rest. Cinderella's home tonight.
Father - God, why, why, Give her strength to stay the night, give her life to fight the fight. I want her well and home with me, I'm taking Cinderella home tonight.
God - She will rest eternal in my arms, peace will be her pillow, my strong arms will bring her warmth, My Cinderella's home tonight.
As the child rises above the bed, her father looks up from his chair, and God reaches down from above - in unison and harmony they sing - Cinderella's home tonight.