God Came By My Folk’s Home Place
God came by my folk’s home place,
And paused
while there, he saw Mom’s face.
And gently took her by the hand
To
lead her to the Promised land.
He let us have her all these
years,
To raise us up and dry our tears,
To give us love and always
care,
To make us smile when she was there.
But now her work on
earth is done,
She lays in wait, beneath the sun.
With smiling face
and outstretched hand,
God will take her to the Promised
Land.
Her cares are gone, all swept away,
She waits there now,
for her special day,
A flower in God’s garden, with her very own
space,
‘Cause God came by my folk’s home place.
© Loree (Mason)
O’Neil
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