Gander Story Poems: Should Time Be Up 1-1-22

January 1, 2022

I bow my head and fold my hands.

My faithful Father understands

the depths of my great sorrows.

With my heart's cord

I beg the Lord

to fix all my tomorrows.

He knows it's bad.

His heart is sad.

All Heaven mourns for me.

But if God's will

is that I'm ill,

then it was meant to be.

Some do attest

God takes the best

away from evil earth.

But problem's this:

that I will miss

my child's tremendous worth.

We all will die

and so I cry,

but through storms, I still bow.

Should time be up,

Lord, take my cup.

in peace, for You know how.

You've let me stay

another day

to spend with my dear child.

And that is why

now tears are dry.

Through blessings - I have smiled.

But if Your will

should take me still

then I will gladly go;

no more to roam,

I'll be at home

with You, who loves me so.

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