by Annie
You said before you died,
that I was the key to your heart.
But the truth is you were mine.
I ask the Lord above,
to answer my prayers.
That you would come back.
But, that wouldn't be fair.
I now know that you're happy where you are.
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
without any cares.
But I want you to know,
that I still love you so.
And I'll go on living for Him,
Knowing that His light will never dim.
Someday together we'll be,
But, until then, the Lord will take care of me.
So, keep on watching,
It won't be long.
That from this world,
I'll be gone.
Into your arms once again,
Safe from all the worldly harm.
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
It Won't Be Long
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