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To Mother (Lyric) by lynnstratton

Death took my precious mother to a place I cannot see, Then softly, on a gently breeze, her spirit rose to Thee. As I try to picture Heaven and imagine she is there, I more often think of you, Lord, and feel she's everywhere. I see her 'midst the flowers that she loved so much on Earth Or swaying with an angel's choir, singing sweetly every verse. I see her gather loved ones and hold them to her breast... those who went before her....those who wait for all the rest. I remember all the children that she cradled in her arms; That was her mother's heart, Lord, to protect them from all harm. Death took my precious mother to a place I cannot see, But she left a mother's gentle love, her legacy to me.

nentwined 9-Jul-02/3:15 PM
very beautiful, though I'm no theist.




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