I Died-You Cried- He Called Me Home--
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Don’t mourn for me,
In turn be brief this cold dead dark body not really me;
I may never, ever see you again;
Once upon a time ago you were my dearest friend;
And now the torched has past;
My Lord and Savior grasp…
He’s called me home…
He’s calling me home;
Home is the place again;
Where He originally created me, out of clay man;
I died
You cried
You looked
I smiled
Home back to heaven;
Earth will be my memory;
I died
You cried
You looked
I smiled
6/25/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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