God's plan for our lives shown in the midst of tragedy. |
Mama is Sleeping “Mama is sleeping, Just let her rest She must be tired So napping is best.” “Wait a little… She won’t sleep long,” They never guessed Something might be wrong. He made their dinner And tried once more, They lay beside her On the floor. On the pallet They slept all night, The neighbor knocked At morning’s light. “We can’t wake Mama- Can you try?” “She won’t wake up… Why, oh, why?” The neighbor called For an ambulance, Hoping there might be Some little chance. The sirens screamed Right to their door, Some people came Then there were more. “Where’s Mama going?” She asked in fear, She wanted to keep Her Mama near. They took Mama away And brought her in She never saw Her Mama, again. Frantically, she cried, Searching each day, Waiting for Mama To come and play. Unable to grasp Or understand, Mama had taken The Master’s hand. She had gone on to Heaven, God needed her there, That beautiful Mama, A gem so rare. What of the children That she left behind? God sent them an angel So loving and kind. She raised them with love Each passing day, And if they needed a hug In her arms they would lay. Two different mothers No way to compare Each one a blessing An answer to prayer. God, with His plan And His arms to embrace, Allowed no more pain Than the family could face. |