A spiritual poem... |
My mother once told me “Girl you’re gonna be late That bus it won’t wait So you’d better fly!” So with my books in hand I ran through the door To catch it before It passed me by. The years had gone on now And my mother’s the same She called out my name And I answered by and by She said “Girl, are you ready? To leave this world behind Is Jesus on your mind? Are you ready to fly? I never believed her All along those years She shed so many tears It was me who made her cry But I never listened To her tell of a love That came from Above Somewhere in the sky One day Mother left us And we were all so alone Our mother was gone And we all did cry But when her moments grew small She did nothing but pray And then she did say How she was gonna fly One day I found her Bible That she used so well And then I could tell Why she had wanted to fly It told me about Jesus Just one simple man Who had walked this land And on a cross did die Sitting there with that Bible I could feel my old soul Had never been whole And I began to ask why And I knew in a moment That I needed to pray For when I got called away I wanted to fly! And at once Jesus told me “Girl you’d better not wait Before it’s too late I want you to fly” So with my Bible in hand I’m ready to go And I want you to know I’m headed for the sky! There will come a day When all the angels will sing Holy praises to our King And then I’m gonna fly And then I will shout On the streets of pure gold Never growin’ old In that city in the sky |