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Lord, take my Mother’s hand and
lead her through your Promised Land;

Walk her down those streets of gold
in that land where she will never grow old;

Show her those jasper walls,
and over there her Mother calls

to welcome her home to that land so fair
where the Lamb is the light and there’s no night there.

Wipe away the tears from her eye
and tell her we will be there by and by;

Show her the mansion that you have prepared
so she will know just how much you cared.

By then, Lord, she will just settle down
with never a tear and never a frown;

Only pure joy will be hers at last
and there will be no remembrance of things past.

She will be content now to rest and wait
until all she loved on earth will pass through the gate.

Patricia Davies
Feb. 3, l980

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librapat

Cedar Key, United States

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This is the first poem I ever wrote. I did it not long after my mother’s death in 1980, as it
seemed the only way I could get some of the grief out. Hopes it helps someone who has
experienced this kind of loss.

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