These were very dark days ten years ago... And there are still dark moments as the memories of those events linger... My heart is too full to even know how to begin to express the value of the life she lived, the consequent loss we suffer, the lessons we’ve learned and are learning...
The words of the song we planned to sing at our wedding in honor of my parents (the music score was not available) best describe what I am at a loss to even begin to describe:
Before I took a breath, before I took a step,
Unnumbered prayers were spoken, were spoken just for me.
And as I rested peacefully, there in your loving arms,
You dreamed of what tomorrow would bring
And what my future could be.
You watched me as each tiny step grew stronger;
You guided me through choices I would make.
And though I didn’t know the road that I would walk,
Your prayers would always light the path I’d take.
Your hands reached down to lift me when I’d fallen.
Your arms would hold me when I was afraid.
Your eyes could see right through the dark and stormy clouds
And point me to a brighter day.
Your steps would set a path that I could follow.
Your words of hope my broken dreams could mend.
Your heart of love would always show me Jesus,
But it was your life that led me to Him!
My childhood days are gone, and time keeps moving on.
It seems as though the months, the years, quickly slip away.
The life of faith you offered, examples of God’s love,
Is the life I long to share with my children today.
Your hands reached down to lift me when I’d fallen.
Your arms would hold me when I was afraid.
Your eyes could see right through the dark and stormy clouds
And point me to a brighter day.
Your steps would set a path that I could follow.
Your words of hope my broken dreams could mend.
Your heart of love would always show me Jesus,
But it was your life that led me to Him!
And it’s still your life that leads me to Him – to Jesus!
I love you, Mommy! I rejoice that I have so much to thank God for – and that one day we will meet again in His presence!
2 comments:
Deborah Dear, I grieve your loss again. I dread the time that my own dear mother will not be a phone call away.
Love you.
Carrie
By Steve Amerson & David Clydesdale
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