This poem was written at the exact time my Dad was leaving this walk of life. I knew nothing of it until I had finished the last line of this poem. At that exact moment, the phone rang. It was my Mother saying Dad had been taken to the hospital because he could not breathe. A few moments later, another phone call from Dad's sister, he had passed away. This was the third death in our family in two weeks. I thought I was writting this poem about my cousin's husband dying suddenly. Now it seems to me my spirit knew what was going on before I did. The line about being so tired - those were my Dad's exact words to his sister a few days prior. The line about praying to My Father up above - my Dad had said the 23rd Psalm at the Supper Table just before he had his first heart attack. He went on to bed and got up three hours later only to have another heart attack. He asked for my Step-Mom to read the Bible to him. At this point he passed into the next life. Free from this world of sorrow into the loving arms of Jesus Christ. He was not a perfect man, none of us are. He was an imperfect man living in a world of principalities and powers and rulers of darkness in this present world. His soul rests with Jesus Christ who is the righteous judge of all men. That is good enough for me. Rest well Dad, you are in good hands. Jesus will not fail you.
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That Moment By Rhonda Cooley December 8, 2001 9:18 p.m.
My thought process has been so slow, As this sadness brings my heart so low. I sit and think about the things that have transpired, It is no wonder that I feel so very tired.
A woman cries in anguish, that she could not save her husband's life, For many years she stood beside him as his loving wife. They had blended a family in such a special way, How could it all be suddenly taken away?
A child looks at his Dad lying so very still, How can anyone say this was God's will? I don't believe God intended for a child to live through this, Many experiences with his Dad he will surely miss.
Yet another thing in life that I cannot understand, I can only cry with them as I lend a helping hand. So I bow my head and pray to my Father up above, Please carry them through all this, wrapping them in your love.
Psalm 23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
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