The random word for Drabble #301 is breath.

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God: Kris, welcome.

Kris: Why me, Lord?

You were a good man. Anyone who could write Sunday Morning Coming Down could be saved.

What did I ever do?

You didn’t have to do anything. I loved you as I love all. As each is.

Years ago, I admitted needing you. You mean you loved me before that?

My love was never transactional; sadly, many people get that wrong. I gave you the breath of life; my love followed.

What did I do to deserve the pleasures of my life?

Let me ask you something, Kris. Are you surprised to be talking to me?

I wasn’t sure what I’d find on this side. And I don’t see you. I sense your presence. Are you real? Is this heaven?

Heaven is not a place. Do you feel at peace?

I do, Lord.

You asked before what you did to deserve the pleasures of life. Some never ask that question. They feel entitled. I loved your songs because they came from a humble heart.

Was my soul in your hand?

Each soul is precious to me.

Is that where peace comes from?

It was always there, Kris. That’s where Sunday Morning came from.

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Kris Kristofferson died on September 28, 2024. Below, he tells the story of where the song Why Me, Lord came from. You can find the lyrics that I use in this story here. Sunday Morning is here.

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