I was cleaning today and found some poetry I have written in the past. The first one is one I wrote after my grandmother passed away after a battle that was ultimately won by Jesus taking her to be FREE forever.
Free
Jesus, You came today
To take Grandmom home with You
Took her away from this isanity
We call reality
But truth is
We are the ones asleep
Asleep to the reality that she is now in!
Jesus, I donlt know how to be
It just hurts, the burn of tears
Hurts even more than I can describe
Knowing the memories will be there
From Saturday morings' pancakes with gravy
And the warmth of he hug
To the last time I saw her
As she cried at the sight of the love
You bore for her,
As she was reminded of the Cross
Where You hung for her.
Now she is cradled in Your arms
Where she can finally rest from this world
And the fallen state that we are all in.
This disease that tormented her mind
Is now gone as she is at Your feet
And for us who are here left on Earth,
Please let us look to You
for peace that only comes from Your hand.
Prince of Peace, come grant Your peace to us
As we grieve for our loss.
Let us be reminded of Your love for her
The love that took Grandmom home to be with You
The love that made our precious Grandmom Free!
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