Time
They say that time heals all
Yet there never seems enough
To say the words, to give your love
A mother always dies too soon
You try to make it linger
As her age increases yearly
You pray that God will spare her
Because you love her dearly
But when the days get tedious
She’s sick, alone and weary
You pray that God may take her
Because you love her dearly
Mother, we will miss you,
Your love, your care and support
You have given us your all
And triumphantly defied life’s challenges
You were so busy caring for others
That you forgot about yourself
In honour and in gratefulness, we say
Sweet mother, dearest oma*, may you rest in peace
Rest peacefully now your time has come
May angels guide your way
The time has come...yet 'tis oh so hard
To see you on your way
*Oma is dutch for Grandmother
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