Cleanse her, bathe her in your love
Bleach her thoughts to white
Call the Angels all around
Please help make this right
Stillborns, illness, babies gone
Her man was then ill too
Cancer came and since that year
She was done with you
Guide her, hold her, bring her back
To Thy Loving Thee
With Your Angels light her path
This Her Mother’s Plea
I love her unconditionally
And didn’t see the ending
Finale before curtain call
O, please, Lord, do your mending
Whisper gently in her ear
Softly call her name
Know that this is not her fault
Circumstance to blame
Guide her, hold her, bring her back
To Thy Loving Thee
With Your Angels light her path
This Her Mother’s Plea
(7-16-2013)
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