IN GODS' HANDS

IN GODS' HANDS,
YOU ARE WELL NOW,
NO MORE SUFFERING,
WILL YOU ENDURE,
ALTHOUGH, WE WANTED YOU WITH US,
TAKING YOU HOME, WAS GODS' CURE.
IN HEAVEN, ALL AROUND YOU,
WILL BE, THE ONES YOU LOVE.
NOW, MAMA HOLDS YOU, IN HER ARMS
IN THE PRESENTS, OF GOD ABOVE.
YOU'LL WALK, THE STREETS OF GOLD,
WITH LINA AND MAMA,
HOLDING YOUR HAND,
AS THEY SHOW YOU,
YOUR BEAUTIFUL MANSION,
NEXT TO THEIRS, ON AN ISLAND OF SAND.
I CAN HEAR YOU NOW, SINGING,
 BEAUTIFUL MUSIC, YOU ALL MAKE,
AND NOW YOUR HOME,
WITH LINA, AND MAMA,
AND ALL OUR LOVE,
TO THEM, YOU DID TAKE.

WRITTEN BY:
DIANA SHIRLEY
09/26/2015


 
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