All to soon taken away
To a land where angels play
Touching our life with joyful flutter
You'll be missed like no other
Walking shores with sands of gold
Oh the stories, I'll be told
Wishing I could be with you
In that land so dear and true
Some day again your smile I'll see
I'll miss you til that day with thee
But now I must tarry on here
Until the Lord calls me dear
I pray the Lord will see me through
Until my time of calling is due
Sometimes it's hard to understand
But know the Lord has an ultimate plan
But Lord touch us left behind
With your hand, loving and kind
The heart so raw, left to bleed
Give us your shoulder, when in need..
Psalm 23: 6
Cathy Hodgson
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