Sunday, May 8, 2011

Almost Home.

Don’t cry for me, I’m almost Home
How long I’ve waited for this to come
My memory short, the days too long
But I remember I’m almost Home.

Do you call sometimes? I don’t recall
I know your faces and I love you all
You are the ones I hold so dear
Don’t cry for me, my Lord is here.

When you were babies, just yesterday
I watched you grow; I watched you play
I dreamed such dreams of future days
When I would watch you kneel to pray.

Now you’re all grown, so are your babes
My memories now will fill my days
Love one another till your time comes
Don’t cry for me, I’m almost Home.

Wyn Barratt
May 2011.

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