Rocking, Then and Again
Be still, be still, slowly rock with me and remember the gifts of the chair.
Be still, my child, be comforted there, let us rock away worries and cares.
Though you were too little to know what I said, our gazes we understood.
A language too deep for words, yet our spirits were flooded with good.
Today, as I’ve grown much older, and long past are days in that chair,
I look forward to once again rocking, with familiar arms holding me there.
For the arms of my mother, were the arms of God; both so in love with my life.
They gave me the greatest embraces I’ve known, like those of my priceless wife.
I have great assurance, the day will be soon; I’ll again be embraced in a chair
Only this time the rocker, will yield to a throne and mom and God will be there.
I will once again know pure contentment, perfect peace and love I’ll own!
I will rise to join countless children of God, in line for the Father’s throne.
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