A December Afternoon
The day the Master
came to get her,
Was a December afternoon.
All her loving children,
Were gathered in her room.
know what he said to her,
Or what she said to Him.
I just know that she was tired,
And wanted it to end.
said that He'd been calling her,
For months she'd told me so.
I guess that day He called her,
She couldn't tell Him no.
left that broken body,
Lying lifeless on the bed,
But before she left for heaven,
I felt her kiss me on the head.
been a year now,
Since we all gathered in her room.
Everyday I still think about,
That December afternoon.
really miss you mama,
More than I can say.
But the love we shared together,
Will last forever and a day.
sleep my beautiful angel,
For you deserve the rest.
Of all the mothers in the world,
I know we had the best.
will always love you mom.
was written in memory of my mother:
Agnes Juanita "Buie" Reynolds.
She went to be with our Lord on 12/21/00
She fought a hard battle, but the Lord thought that
her battle should end so He took her sword and shield
and gave her a halo and golden wings instead.
Then said, "Rest now my child, the battle has now been won.
© By Gloria Collins
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