| Copyright, by Pearlie Duncan Walker Posted here with author's permission. |
| As I Watched |
| As my Mother and Dad, in illness, Lay there before me; I knew that, in this world, They wouldn't be here long to see. For though they left this life at different times, different years, Still, it's so hard to try to hold back all the tears. No one could ever take their place. For, they gave life until me. Yet, there are friends all around and even grandchildren yet to be ... That would be a part of them, Which was the plan of God, I guess. But, that doesn't keep me from missing them, I really do confess. I saw, in each of their eyes, As they saw the brilliance there, Just before they left here. I was still asking God in Prayer, "Please take them with You, Lord. Don't let them be alone. Bring them on up with Thee. Let Heaven be their home. They believed in Thee, Oh Lord, were faithful in all they could be; Worked hard and was in pain And misery all could see." Though they didn't seem to mind, Tried so hard to show us cheer. But, when I think of how I felt when they left, I knew they were still very near. I looked all around the ceiling, To let them know I knew they had to go. For me it was sure, for though their eyes were closed In death, they could see, us here below. Since I saw the wonder in their face So wonderfully full of grace, How could not I follow in their footsteps, Once again, to see their face? Thank Thee, Oh my Lord, for Always taking the greatest care With our souls; bringing us up to Thee On our knees, in Prayer. Someday, up yonder, when our souls Do merge with them and Thee, May we worship Thee together and In Thy omniscience, Thy Holiness to see. You can read more of Pearlie's beautiful poems by clicking on either of these buttons: |
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