Michele...have I loved
Gather my children together,
And talk to them tenderly;
About this new place that's called Heaven,
So they can learn more of me.
Just another room have I entered
There's just a small threshold between.
When bright eyes grow tired and restless,
Just gather them close to your knee.
Please tell them the stories of Jesus,
How He lovingly, tenderly cares;
I'll be very close when they whisper,
Their sweet little innocent prayers.
Remember the flowers we gathered?
Remember the games that we played?
I'll still kiss your hurts and your bruises,
But just in a different way.
Yes...together we climbed this steep pathway,
We stumbled on difficult turns;
The bond of our family grew stronger,
Of courage and strength...we have learned.
So...gather my children together,
And look to the stars in the sky;
Remember the courage of Mother,
Who led to that Home up on high.
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