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My son went home with angels last night,
trusting Jesus all the way. I kissed him goodnight, shut off the light, and heard him softly pray. "Jesus, take me home with you My pain's too hard to bear". Your angels will see me through and show me that you care". "I know my mom will cry, when she faces the day. But with faith she'll know why, I chose to go this way. "Peacefully, catching up on sleep, she'll be unaware. In the morning, a time to weep, knowing that I cared." I went to bed but not to sleep knowing he would leave. My son, I could not keep with me In Jesus he believed. 116 words
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