Flowers on the grave
I walk in the rain
with you old friend
Burning in the cold
Where have you been
Can't you believe
I'm drowning inside
Flowers on your grave
Darkened blown away
Is this a dream, Is this a dream
You standing here
Shadows from the sun
Only one is clear
Is this a dream is this a dream
Where do you call home
Heaven or hell you
rest your weary bones
I hear your voice
Echoing in the night
Silently still
Screaming for life
Eyes closed come to me
Haunting slumber I awake
Shiver warm sweating hard
stuck like free lifeless heart
Is this a dream, Is this a dream
You standing here
Shadows from the sun
Only one is clear
Is this a dream is this a dream
Where do you call home
Heaven or hell
rest your weary soul
Flowers on the grave
Bold and bright
Crying rivers moonless night
Flowers on the grave
Bold and bright
Crying rivers moonless night
Is this a dream, Is this a dream
You standing here
Shadows from the sun
Only one is clear
Is this a dream is this a dream
Where do you call home
Heaven or hell you
rest your weary soul
When I was young and vibrant I had so many friends
Some of them told me they'd be with me to the end
Now I'm old and feeble; my hair is full of gray
How I could use those friends right now
As in my younger days
Some people say I'm senile because my mind will come and go
I just wish somebody would care enough to show
That I am not forgotten and love me like I am
I know that Jesus loves me and I'm His precious lamb
One day soon when Jesus comes and takes me home with Him
I'll wear a crown of righteousness embelished with fine gems
To God I have been faithful; He's always seen me through
That day I hope to hear Him say My child I'm pleased with you
Enter into My presence - come rest your weary bones
I promise you up here with Me you'll never be alone
Written for my mother Kathleen G. Thompson who has alzheimers.
When I was young and vibrant I had so many friends - Some of them told me they'd be with
me til the end - Now I'm old and feeble - My hair is full of gray - How I could use those
friends right now as in my younger days - Some people call me senile because my mind
comes and goes - I just wish somebody would care enough to show - That I am not forgotten
and just love me like I am - I know the Lord still loves me and I'm His precious lamb - Some
day soon when Jesus comes to take me home with Him - I'll wear a crown of righteousness
embelished with fine gems - To God I have been faithful - He's always seen me through -
That day I hope to hear Him say "My child I'm pleased with you - Enter into my presence
come rest your weary bones - I promise you up here with Me you'll never be alone".
Inspired by my mother Kathleen Thompson
She's in the last stages of
Alzheimers.
The Lord put me inside her mind to write this. I pray it helps others.
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