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Finally Home

As my uncle lay dying in his nursing home bed - He couldn't understand the words that were 
said - For so many years his body declined and Alzheimers Disease had clouded his mind - 
Just a few days before he died - The Lord Himself came and sat by his side - He said to him 
gently in a voice soft and low - It's almost time for you to go - Come live in the presence of 
My Father and Me - There are so many things I want you to see - Your mansion is ready for 
you to move in - I started to build it when I cleansed all your sin - I can't wait to hold you 
close to my breast - In My strong arms I want you to rest - Then I will walk with you on 
streets made of gold - there you will find the great saints of old - Then you will meet your 
family and friends - And live forever where joy never ends - So hold on My child - No more 
will you roam - I'm coming to get you and welcome you home.

                                     Written In Memory of My Uncle
                                                Roland Geddings

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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