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A Call From Heaven

A funeral poem for comfort during unsettling times

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A Call From Heaven

I lie awake long into the night,

Hoping that maybe you just might

Give me a call to say you’re okay

And let me know you made it through the day.

I would give everything that I have

To make you feel not so sad.

I know the pain is sometimes too great,

But the love was something you can never mistake.

I long for the day when I see you again.

Then we can talk about where all we’ve been.

We can think about all the times we had,

How we’ve missed each other ever so bad.

I feel like I’ve been cheated and robbed so blind.

God took you away when I thought you were mine.

Now I’m stuck here and feel so alone

As I sit and wait right beside the phone.

You gave me a life and everything I have.

I couldn’t say no, even when I was mad.

You gave me my children that I hold so dear.

You took away everything that I ever feared.

As the hurt seems to fade but the memories are bright,

Maybe I’ll see you in a dream tonight.

That’s all I can hope for until the day

When were together in heaven for an eternity.

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