by Kathy Panicola

Created on: April 04, 2009

Being called home

I lay in this bed, so much going through my head.

I see my loved ones who have gone before me, I must choose to continue on here, or go there.

I don't want to hurt the ones I love, but I must go to my Father above.

He has called me home and I can't disagree, my life on earth is over for me.

Go on with your life don't worry about me, here at home I am illness free.

Here at home the sun shines bright all day, here I have no pain, it has all gone away.

Until we meet again, I will be here at home until then.

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