There are no words, what can I say
At last her sweet soul winged its way
To peace and freedom in the sky
Where never again will she suffer or cry
Its all a part of Gods great plan
Which is a mystery to man
We cannot understand His ways
Nor can we count our earthy days
But who are we to question and doubt
God knows well what Hes about
He knew she longed to go to sleep
Where only angels a vigil keep
The pain of living grew to great
No longer could she stay and wait
She did not want to leave you, dear
But she had finished her work down here
So she closed her eyes and when she awoke
These are the words the Master spoke
Welcome, dear child, you are Home at last
And now the burden of living is past
Theres work for you in My Kingdom, dear
And you are needed and wanted here.
So weep not, shes just gone on ahead
Don't think of her as being dead
Shes out of sight for a little while
And you'll miss her touch, and her little smile
But you know she is safe in the home above
Where there is nothing but Peace and Love
And, surely, you would not deny her peace
And you're glad she has found release
Think of her there as a soul that is free.
And Home at last, where she wanted to be.
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this poem is in memory of Ayla Rose Whitaker
~R.I.P AyLA ROSE WHITAKER~
~1989-2006~
Im not actually sure who wrote this poem but it is sooo sweet!
