Taken To Heaven
One cold December morning,
While she was sound asleep,
Mom peacefully took her last breath,
Leaving us behind to weep.
She was taken by the angels,
To heaven's pearly gates;
Taken from her earthly home,
To heavenly estates.
Now she's walking on streets of gold,
With steps as light as air,
Feeling no pain or sorrow,
Cause Jesus is with her there.
1/18/2013
For Black Eyed Susan's "Taken" contest
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013
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