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Nov 04, 2003 22:56

HOME AT LAST

There are No words, what can I say
At last his sweet soul winged its way
To peace and freedom in the sky
Where never again will he suffer or cry
It’s all a part of God’s Great Plan …
Which is a mystery to every man
We cannot understand His ways
Nor can we count our earthly days
But who are we to question and doubt
God knows well what He’s all about
He knew Brandon longed to “go to sleep”
Where only angels a vigil keep
The pain of living grew too great
No longer could Brandon stay and wait
He did not want to leave you, dear
But he had finished his work down here
So he closed his eyes and when he woke
These are the words the Master spoke,
“Welcome, dear child, you are Home at last
And now the burden of living is past
There’s work for you in My Kingdom, dear
And you are needed and wanted here.”
So weep not, he’s just gone on ahead
Don’t think of him as being dead.
He’s out of sight for a little while
And you’ll miss his touch, and his little smile
But you know he is safe in the home above
Where there is nothing but Peace and Love
And, surley, you would not deny Brandon peace
And you’re glad that he has found release

I came home to this poem that my mom wrote. This breaks my heart.....I wish all this shit would end.
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