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A Special Mother

A SPECIAL MOTHER She was a special mother, for everyone she knew Could see the care and kindness in everything she’d do. She had a smile so radiant, a faith so clear and strong, No one could ever doubt that to Christ she did belong. I always got a blessing when I’d look at her face As she lift her hand toward heaven to sing “Amazing Grace.” It seemed God’s Holy Spirit shone through her tear-filled eyes; I think the angels watched her from their home in the skies. They saw a special person, so filled with joy and love, A woman who knew Jesus, who lived in heaven above. Her legacy lives onward, not just with family, For she seemed like a mother to everyone, you see. The lives she touched remember, and we sorrow here with you-- A very special mother, so kind, so warm, so true Has left her earthly family of children and of friends To join another family where gladness never ends. Though now this someone special has gone from earthly sod To join the hosts of heaven, at last to be with God, And we all feel somewhat emptied, so saddened by the loss, And it’s hard to bear the heartache, it seems a heavy cross, We have our special memories, we treasure every day We had this special mother to guide us in the way. And we also have great comfort, for there in heaven’s place She’s perfect, young, and healthy, and seeing Jesus’ face. This special mother loved us, she loves us yet today; She wants you to know Jesus, for that she ever prayed. And as she’s looking downward at those now left behind, I know there’s just one message that stays there on her mind: She wants all of her family--her children and her friends-- To join her in the mansions where gladness knows no end. Written in memory of Pat McCoy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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