Lord, hold me tight and guide my way; Give me the strength to face each day. My only son now dwells with You, But life goes on; I must get through. My son would not want me to grieve, He knew that it was time to leave. He fought the good fight; He won the race, And finally he's in a better place. His mortal body, which was in such pain, Is now transformed and whole again. Though I am feeling such despair, I know with You he is in good care. I miss him so and he's barely gone, But I know he's there beside Your throne. You were His Savior and dearest friend, To You he was faithful until the end. I can almost see his sweet, sweet smile, For he always knew it would be worthwhile. The life he lived was an example to all, For he never failed to answer Your call. He touched so many lives down here, He suffered much, but had no fear. He encouraged those who walked his road, By assuring them You would bear their load. I know You gave him a special role, The day that he crossed Your threshold. He may be greeting those entering Your gates, Or tending Your heavenly garden estates. Whatever You'e assigned him to do, I promise he'll do a good job for You. He made us proud throughout his life, His parents, sister, daughters and wife. I know You understand my loss, For Your only Son died on a cross. He paid the price so we could be free, And all that believed would dwell with Thee. Farewell, my son, at last you'e there, Encircled by God's love and care. One day, I'll see your face once more, When you meet me there at heaven's door. © Emily McAdams - August 2002 God Bless you Emily for sharing your God given gift of beautiful poetry with visitors to this site. Please visit Expressions by Emily to read more wonderful poetry. Emily McAdams poetry is used on this site with written permission.

   

Title of painting is unknown to me
Artist is John William Godward