My Mother Is With God

My mother is with God Yet why I feel so odd Like she just went abroad A country blessed untold A place beyond this world Where no one grows so old She's with the Lord to tell Pray bless her child as well And warn him like a bell I really miss her much Her hands I long to touch To heal these painful cuts My heart is hurting still As I ran up a hill The race I can't fulfill I yearn to see her face And hear her voice always Until my end of days My life remains so flawed Yet one thing I shall laud My mother is with God