Going Home ...

Going Home…

Someday, my child, I will be gone,
No longer cancer’s favored pawn.
I will give up this endless fight
And let my restless soul take flight.

I know it’s hard to understand
Life hasn’t happened as I’d planned.
I’ll soon go to a better place
And live again within God’s grace.

With cancer spreading, cell by cell,
My body craves that last farewell.
Fatigue and pain will disappear.
But please, dear child, don’t shed a tear.

“Come home,” my Father calls to me.
”Don’t be afraid; you will be free.
Free from the agony and pain,
Come rest awhile in My domain.”

Yes, one day I will be no more.
I’ll step beyond the farthest shore.
Although my earthly body’s gone,
Remember that my love lives on.


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