Today my mother went home
Today is her "Great Home Coming"
No more pain, no more suffering
Today she meet Jesus face to face
This is a poem for her...
The Loss of a Love One
God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around you,
and whispered “Come to Me”.
With tearful eyes we watched you,
we watched you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
Now into Heaven you have gone,
Finding peace and unending happiness
For you no more tears for you,
no more suffering.
We long and wait for the day
we shall meet you again.
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