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
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