Rsvp To Heaven: Longing To Come, At A Later Date Poem by Teresa Dearing

She was old, bent, gray, and wrinkled,
As she lead them in to pray.
All her life, it had been simple,
In his service, her life long day.

Raised her kids, buried her husband,
Taught them all to do no wrong.
Every time those church doors opened,
She was there to sing his song.

Her reward, that he'd come for her,
Take her to rest, in his heavenly home,
But love now binds her to her grandsons,
For their sake she dare not roam.

So please Lord, can you understand,
I've waited so long to be through,
But I've got to care for my grandsons,
And I must stay, to guide them to you.

With tired regrets, I beg to linger,
I am your servant all the day long,
Staying to guide your sweet children,
And every day we sing your song.