The son God loaned you for a few short years
To love and cherish while on earth he trod
Is living still, so dry your anguished tears
Saying, "Thy will be done," nor question God
Who in His love and wisdom called him Home.
Could you but lift the veiling you would see
Him with the chosen ones on Heavenly loam
Walking through meadows of Eternity
Caressing the white lilies, with his hand
In that of Jesus, seeking lambs that stray
In fields of Paradise ... There in that land
When you are called at closing of your day,
He will be waiting you ... This truth will bless,
So let your tears be prayers of thankfulness.
