He Called My Parents Home
The Good Lord called my Parents home,
He said to them , your work is done.
Your kin will mourn, but you will see them soon,
When their life's work is over and done.
We will all get together, that's for sure,
What a wonderful day that will be.
We will all meet again in that wondrous place,
On a shore by the beautiful sea.
My parents now abide with the Lord,
With all those who have gone before.
We will all meet again in His Mansion,
To be together for evermore.
© Dave Timperley August 2014
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2014
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