Remembering


 

As I sat there in the pew, I could see her lying there
I could see her hair of silver. as I sat there in prayer.

She was somebody's mother, she was somebody's friend
Her life was full and long, but it was time to end.

I was remembering my own dear mother, how I buried her one day
How my heart was broken, when God took her away.

I remembered her last days, how she lingered for a while
How I somehow became the parent, and she became the child.

When the sun sets on the horizon, 0f my life here below
We'll be together once again, in that fair land, I know.


by Carrie Kinyon 2001 

 

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