At Home
May their souls feel at home.
As they make the journey threw,
to the unforeseen lands.
Walking hand and hand with one another,
they feel no pain.
They only see and feel love.
Together is how they died,
and together they will travel.
Along side god they will make their way,
to the land of peace.
No longer may they want for anything.
For they have secured a place for themselves,
amongst the angels.
God will now watch over them,
as they watch over you.
Cry not for them,
but rejoice.
They have found the one thing that,
every man is searching for.
Peace
Copyright © Gilberta Kime | Year Posted 2007
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