Called Home

Oh, how my heart broke

and wept the day that you left.

If only I knew

that He was calling you Home.

If I could see you

even if only once more

I would let you know

all I never got to say.

If I had known then

what the morning was to bring,

I’d have spent that night

as though it would be our last.

It gave me comfort

that the last day you were here

the sun was so bright,

it was as if God were near.

I cannot forget

your beautiful and gentle soul,

nor the joy you brought

the short years with you I got.

You were my angel,

God’s way to say “I love you.”

I see you up there,

as you fly high in the sky.

I understand now,

why you had to leave so soon.

He called you that night,

so there you’d be when I come.

Oh, how my heart breaks

and still weeps now that you’ve gone.

But tears of sorrow

won’t replace the hope I have.

I’ll see you again,

once I am the one called Home.

“And ye now therefore have sorrow: but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you.”- John 16:22