Brand New Star
I grew tired of my earthly bounds
I answered those angelic sounds
Don't grieve that I left you behind
Precious child, sweet daughter of mine
In my dreams He whispered so clear
That my work was finished down here
Ah, but my love for you was Divine
Precious child, sweet daughter of mine
I cherished you more than you know
I knew you would flourish and grow
I knew that my girls would be fine
Precious child, sweet daughter of mine
So rejoice and be glad I am where
There's no pain or tears of despair
Look up! Watch me shimmer and shine!
Precious child, sweet daughter of mine
*Written for my three daughters on the passing of their mother
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014
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