Jesus Called Me home

Jesus Called Me Home

Take these hands of mine

And trace the years, you will find

The heartache, sorrow

The hands that wiped tears Ive shed

I ponder the years I will live

Preparing a show of memories

Of the long lived life here on earth,

And what example I have set forth

You taught me well, everyone can see

I am living an example of what you used to be

I chose this not, but you left me with no alternative

You had to go, Jesus called you Home

Your image I see everyday

Without fear or doubt that you still are here

I reach out to you, in hopes of a touch

In hopes of realization on your end,

I am the daughter you left behind

My heart sinks at the thought of you gone

How do I fight this feeling, and let it all go,

When I cannot escape your image

The words ring loud and clear

But I never was strong enough to speak them to you

To hear them for me, to accept what was to come

But here, take my hand, trace the years

I lived my life, and now I am here

Trace the hard work I worked all these years,

See the wrinkles; see the shades of grey,

I lived like you mom and did the best I could,

I often wondered, did you ever look down on me,

And whispered words of proud ness?

I longed to hear words of comfort,

And now that I am here, I know you will tell me

All that I need to hear

Hand n hand we quietly sat

She looked at me with eyes filled with tears,

Pulled me close to her chest

And whispered words that made me tear

I didnt mean to just leave, I had no Choice,

but if I did, I would have stayed by your side,

I would have watched you grow, finished school

And would have walked you down

The isle on your wedding day,

Would have been there to see your first born,

Bought you gifts, and told you how proud of a parent

Would have came and helped you at your new home,

I would have seen you through, through all the good and Bad,

Dry your tears daughter of mine, and know the truth-

I didnt have a choice for Jesus had called me Home.