THE DAY GOD CALLED YOU HOME
God looked around his garden,
And He found an empty place.
He then looked down upon this Earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you,
And lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He knew you were suffering.
He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never,
Get well on Earth again.
He saw that the road was getting rough,
And the hills were hard to climb,
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, "Peace by Thine."
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn't go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
WHERE I AM
No breaking heart is here,
No sad and chilling pain;
No wasted cheeks where the frequent tear
Rolls down and leaves it's stain.
Dear friends of mortal years,
the trusted and the true,
You are watching still in the valley of tears,
But I wait to welcome you.
I won't forget, O no!
For memory's golden chain
Shall bind my heart to the hearts below
Till we meet to touch again.
Each link is strong and bright,
And love's eternal flame,
Flows freely down, like a river of light,
To the world from where I came.
My Dearest Mother,
Though you have left us in body, I know that you are here in spirit.
I can still see your smiling face, and feel your gentle touch.
Please know that you are deeply missed and I love you more than life itself.
God bless you and keep you safe until I see you again.
I love you.