| I cried, Oh God Please, don't take our mother She's all we've got We have no other But if You must take her We'll try to understand But promise us You'll carry her In the palm of Your hand He said I'll be gentle Don't worry about a thing I'll carry her home On angels' wings Her door has always been open She's always had a bed For anyone to lay down Their sleepy head No one ever left hungry They were always fed Sometimes it was nothing But beans and cornbread He said I'll be gentle Don't worry about a thing I'll carry her home On angels' wings She's done without So we'd have enough Life for her has always Been rough She's always trusted You To meet her needs So, please, God, pretty please Don't let her suffer We promise You She's been a good mother He said I'll be gentle Don't worry about a thing I'll carry her home On angels' wings He said your mothers tired Don't you want her to rest It's time she layed down Her weary head To Me, I know she's been Faithful and true And I'm not really taking her Away from you For awhile you may be apart But, she'll always be there In your hearts And I'll be gentle Don't worry about a thing I'll carry her home On angels' wings |
| God gave this poem to me when my mother was given only a few months to live. 'UPDATE' 1/23/04 It has been almost 5 years and my mother's doctor is in awe. He says he will never again tell anyone they are going to die. IS'NT OUR GOD AWESOME!! Jesus came and took my precious mother by the hand and led her home on July 21, 2004 at the age of 82. |
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