The scene is clear
In yesteryear
When happiness was pride.
But then it fades
To darker shades
When truth no longer stands.
The dream is gone!
Now I go on
To God...with outstretched hands!
copr. 2/11/88 - Celia Atkinson
Sometimes there are no words to say
The feelings that we share,
So now we kneel down to pray
And tell God how we care.
We cannot know the reasons why
We are set here to roam,
But know how quickly time passed by
When Jesus calls us home.
The angels came to earth today
To visit one we love
And now they've taken him away
To meet the Lord above.
He left this place without a word,
He never said, "Goodbye."
It was the voice of God he heard,
So now we must not cry.
copr. 02/07/88 - Celia Atkinson
He's looking out
Through sightless eyes,
At landscapes cold and bare
I'm hearing distant
Mournful cries,
That permeate the air.
He feels the bitter
Pain of grief,
Which burns into his heart.
I pray for God
To send relief,
As searing teardrops start.
Celia Atkinson - copr. 02/07/88
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