A dear little mother has gone away
And left this life forever.
Her children sit around the bed
Despairing and in clamour.
Her kindly voice, comfort in sorrow
Will never be heard again!
Whom will they turn to when in need?
Yet all their prayers are in vain.
Who’d waited for her, close to Him.
Where good souls gather and rejoice,
And angels sound a hymn!
Peter Frederick
http://www.peterfrederick.org
http://www.life-on-the-road.com
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