Comes The Day - Poem by Ernestine Northover
After years of caring;
Comes the day, when the children depart,
for pastures new, for them a new start,
leaving you with a emptiness in your heart.
Comes the day, when things you have wanted to do,
cannot now, for you, ever come true,
they just become dreams you can no longer pursue.
Comes the day, when everything seem to go slow speed,
the body and brain have gone to seed,
and all the 'aids' on offer are what you need.
Comes the day, when you become a burden there,
for someone else to take on and bear,
until one rises up to dwell in our Redeemers care.
Comes the day, when the Heavens for you, open wide,
your life will begin again on the other side,
and with our Lord, you will, with his love, abide.
© Ernestine Northover
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