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Mom Is Over Looking Everyone Here


I have a concept that is most assuredly true.
It is with Mom over looking everyone here on the earth.
There is Mrs. Bailey, a friend to Mom for a good many years is seen by Mom.
There is Ervin, my brother, who is very much Mom's but not the Lord's yet.
Then there is Aunt Mary and her family that Mom sees below.
However, the greatest People there are for Mom to see to see is Jesus and the ones who have gone on before her.
Rejoice as you would over something so wonderful and be elated everyone.
Knowing as God is able to look everywhere at the same time; Mom is able to see the family members that are so close to her.
Praise the Lord for the excellent way things are for Mom today and knowing there is joy on Mom's face as she is able to see the ones I have listed and more.
Praise the Lord for Mom being a part of the Home of the Soul.
Knowing in time, I will be able to be there as well.
Because of what Jesus did for me on the cross and by raising again.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2016-2-16)







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