My mother thought she heard someone softly calling, someone very near,
Could it have been my papa, or maybe her mother dear?
The voices were of ones gone on before, with our Lord up there,
She'd missed them many times, sometimes a tear or two she'd wear.

'Twas a soft whispering sound, all around but who could it be?
She saw my dad sitting on her bed, and her sweet mother she did see,
Could it be sweet Angels preparing, for that great wondrous day
When Our Lord would gently and softly, lift her up and away?

There are many questions, I'd like to get settled all in my mind,
Do the Spirits show themselves, to an ailing person when they're dying?
Maybe the ones of Jesus, just gather round to give you peace and rest,
Knowing all the while, Your heart has truly been blest.

To see the sights of the mystery, held there before her very eyes,
Maybe giving her a preview, of the Heaven above and our Lord so wise,
I know she saw my Papa, he was waiting patiently for his love,
As was our Dear Savior, who prepared her a mansion up above.

So if it the Angels's are descending, or the Lord doth, to take her home,
Then there she'll wait for us, To meet her in that Heavenly Dome,
Her eyes weakened, as they beheld the Heavenly scene up above,
So He came and quietly took her, in His abounding, precious love.

Goodbye my little Mama, I'll see you one day soon, I pray,
For I keep my eyes on Jesus, as you said He'd lead the way,
For all who are following, in the true righteous path of thee,
Our Savior in His mercy, with us will now and forever be.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
May 6, 2000

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