by Janet Huderski

Created on: November 19, 2009

For My Mommy

This is all I ask, Lord, all that I require,

Keep my mother safe with you, until the day you come;

Great is my distress, my heart is filled with yearning,

For the kind and loving woman that you gave to us, our Mom.

And now she's gone, I just couldn't take it if I didn't know

Lord, you have promised that one day you'll come again,

And on that day all who've lived and honored you, will rise to life once more.

Our Mommy always loved You; she taught us daily of You.

So now, Lord, I believe, she is precious in your eyes; she will never die.

I miss her gentle touch, her firm but guiding hand,

Her quick creative spirit, her dignity and grace;

I cannot comprehend why You should take her from us;

I suffer to accept this lonely, empty space inside.

My Mommy's gone; how can I go on?

But the Lord has promised that one day he'll come again,

And on that day all who've learned to love him will rise to meet him in the skies.

You taught us, Mom, we love you; you taught us daily of Him.

So, Mommy, we believe that you are precious in His eyes, and you will never die.

You taught us how to love him; you taught us daily of him, so we will never die.

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