Sweet Angel Mother of Mary
Sweet angel, mother of Mary
So gentle, soft and mild
Taken by God’s messenger
My dear and precious child.
One day you lay there laughing
The next day you were gone,
The beauty of your wisdom
The sweetness of your song.
No more I see you laughing,
No more I see you smile;
I cannot hear you preaching
My dear and precious child.
The day you left this world of ours
The sun began to cry;
The moon and starts both dimmed in light
Unwilling to say good-bye.
The day I heard that phone call,
Took in the words being said
I felt my heart turn over;
I heard that you were dead.
I felt I could not carry on
An empty space, my heart,
I thought of all our games and songs
I had to stop us part.
But I knew I could do nothing
God’s power was far too strong,
He wanted you to be with him
I’d had you for too long.
I could not understand why you
So faultless, funny and kind,
Your age was only eighteen years
So young, yet had such shine
Sweet Anne, mother of Mary
Where have you now travelled to?
Where does your halo glisten?
I only wish I knew
I wish again I’d see you;
Just a moment through the stars,
Carried by singing angels;
My sweet, sweet precious flower
When I have fulfilled my life
I will join you in the sky
Walk the path that you’ve painted
No longer I need cry.
One day I’ll be beside you
Only now is not my time
Again we’ll be together,
Your face will look to mine.
Sweet angel mother of Mary,
So gentle, soft and mild
Be in my heart forever,
My dear and precious child.
Copyright © Sarah Burnford | Year Posted 2007
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