Jesus Called

I loved my Mom,
I miss her so.
But Jesus called,
She had to go.

At the last,
She suffered so.
I prayed to God,
For her to go.

Then when she left,
My spirit cried.
I felt so weak,
So dead inside.

I've struggled much,
These last few years.
Full of anger,
Full of tears.

Now victory's come,
It's here at last.
And I can put this,
In my past.

Time has come,
To carry on.
Accept the fact,
That Mom is gone.

I'll walk with her,
On streets of Gold.
When Jesus calls me,
To the fold.

Until that day,
I must be strong.
Follow God,
And sing His song.

I'll walk with Him,
Until the day.
The angels lead,
My soul away.

I loved my Mom,
I miss her so.
But Jesus called,
She had to go.
Thank You Lord.
by Chick Velasco
        
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