Coming Home

You Coming Home to me or my,
Coming Home to you following,
The beautiful pathway you see,
Is God's Blessing He's bestowing.

We'll be together sharing each,
Other's thoughts crying some maybe,
Just happy we've each other with,
God's given pathway so lovely.

Oh my Lady, sweet were the days,
When our loving husbands held,
Our hearts closely sharing their,
Precious love that would fore'er meld.

And now my Lady we both look,
Longingly to God's Heaven for,
Our husbands through tear filled eyes,
Wishing they were here for e'ermore.

Mourning for our loves with God's,
Comfort is the pathway we're on,
As He picks us up holding and,
Comforting us to help be strong.

Oh long empty days and nights seem,
To consume us as time is spent,
Inbetween dry desert lands and,
That great fountain of tears torment.

Sweet were the days having our,
Two wonderful loves holding us,
With loving eyes in their arms for,
A long waited kiss and caress.

Oh my Lady, we will never,
Quite be the same without our,
Husbands no matter what we do,
Time whispers beyond life's power.

Rebuilding our lives with God's,
Love and Strength in these weeping days,
Is His Gift while bearing life loves,
Unbearable sorrowful phase.

You Coming Home to me or my,
Coming Home to you following,
The beautiful pathway you see,
Is God's Blessing He's bestowing.

*Lovingly Dedicated to Lady Gayle *

©Sondra McPherson
26 January 2011
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