Like all the dreams you’ve ever dreamed
And all the plans you ever planned
Like the currents in the river
And all the ridges in the sand
One whisk of mighty ocean wave
That does quite often go astray
Maybe a mighty blast of wind
Stalls, waiting to come out and play
Like all the fishes in the sea
And all the birds that fly up high
The simple clasping of a hand
Accepts it’s time to say goodbye !
Oh my dearest child, what shall I do
When your time on earth with us is through
As your voice is silenced fore’er more
You will knock no more upon my door.
We shan’t have those chats of heart to heart
Like we did before we had to part
I’ll miss you for my remaining days
Remembering your familiar ways.
This will not change and can never be
Since God has chosen to set you free !
T O D E N O , L O V E M O M
One page of life too soon will close
Beyond our fingers and our toes
‘Twill pass again this way no more
Without a tally or a score.
We must accept the burning fact
That there will be no turning back
Despite the depth or max of pain
We shall not pass this way again.
The time has come to file away
Those memories of yesterday
Let’s place them in our private space
That God and time will ne’er erase !
It seems that life is whizzing by
With days so fast they seem to fly
While times their passage makes us cry
That’s when we must all bid goodbye !
What does one seek after the midnight hour
Neath the veil of darkness and loss of power
When the stilled air deserts its resting place
And we bid farewell to eternal grace
May the love of God now protect us all
From the final cut of the curtain call !
Oh Lord have I not understood
The wealth of kindness and of good
That we embrace from day to day
And is the path we pledge to stay ?
The time draws near, the moment bright
As terror passes through the night
I sense the angel wings on high
Tis soon the hour of sweet goodbye !
For all of the joy that the holidays bring
There is this bit reminding us of one thing
That through all the pleasures each season may bear
Sometimes there’s a reason that we daren’t share.
The heart’s just a muscle that rises and falls
Yet treasures the moment and often recalls
Those times that were real, much before used to be
When some had to leave for a new destiny
Wherever they’ve gone, we have bid them adieu
As we must carry on, the remaining few !
