Friday, September 10, 2010
SHE'S GOING HOME
She's Going Home
Her aging hands are folded As she sits there in her chair Another day spent all alone And no one seems to care. The years pass by so slowly Her heart is filled with pain Oh what she'd give to go back home And see them once again. Her name has been forgotten The months have turned to years Inside she's died a hundred times And cried a million tears. Someone is there to see her She quietly waits inside He gently beckons to her Her arms are open wide. She wanted so to see Him And called to Him each night The emptiness has disappeared For now He holds her tight. The nursing home is silent No ailing voices call No med carts, pills or nurses No wheelchairs in the hall. Her aging hands are folded The grace of God she's known With eyes now closed in restful sleep He comes to take her home. Author/Written By: Marilyn Ferguson ©2001 Click Here to E-mail Marilyn************************
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