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My cancer-ridden grandfather always wanted to be with the Lord.
He believed God created Mother Nature, and forever, until he died, tried to find a way to be with them both. This is his story.
Lord, hear my cries!
Take me away to a better day,
a better place.
May the life you have given
be my savior.
Wondrous flowers,
bury me in your petals!
Great tendrils of ivy,
carry me to the home of the Lord!
Mother Nature, my Lord's creation,
have I not given my life to you?
Take me, as I have wished,
into your emerald fingers.
Wrap me in your Essence,
fill me with your eternal Life.
For I am your toy, your pet,
and I am ready to come home.
- by Golden Sarah-Belle |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/14/2008 |
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- Golden Sarah-Belle - 12/30/2008
- thanks! mrgreen
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- Jesspresh34 - 12/14/2008
- girl that is a really good poem and i love it! btw it has alot of meaning! LOVE IT
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- Golden Sarah-Belle - 12/14/2008
- w00t! comment please! be critical if nessissary, i dont mind! biggrin
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