.The Son, Watching Over Me.

I sit here and I ponder, how very much

I’d like to talk with you today;

There are just too many things,

That we didn't get to say.

Oh, I know how much I care for you.

And each time I think of you;

How much you care for me.

For you said and you wrote it too.

That was before the calling you clearly heard said;

Your place was now ready, somewhere far above.

What or why the calling; only the creator knew.

You had so much to live for; so much yet to do.

It still seems impossible that Nature was taking you.

But though one short life here is past,

 The real calling starts anew.

You will live for all eternity, just as the Creator promised you.

We are never really far apart; you are always in my heart

Any time I need to talk, I know;

YOU are there;

The Son, watching over ME.

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