The Call

This is a poem I wrote a day after my mom passed away

Lord, today my world stood still
Somehow the news just didn't seem real

The call had come, you called mom home
Lord I feel comforted, I know she didn't travel alone

Lord you picked a beautiful rose, her name was Grace
She believed in you, and she had the faith

I don't worry about her, she is in good hands
Lord she was suffering, so you called her home I understand

I'm going to miss her, she was my mom and dad combined into one, I know she is fine
I know I will see her again in time

So Lord help me to find acceptance, and not to feel so sad
I know you will take care, of my mom-dad

Lord let me accept thy will
Tell mom I love her, and miss her still

I know she is feeling great
One day we'll join her I can't wait

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