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My Daughter Walks with Jesus ~
The doctor's voice was heavy
His words chilled to the bone
Your little girl won't last the day
Tonight, you'll be alone.
I hurried to her bedside
Her body pale and weak
She told me that she loved me
I kissed her tiny cheek.
My child was quickly fading
I held her trembling hand
She said, "you mustn't cry for me
Someday you'll understand.
Today, I dreamt of angels
Who carried me away
To the holy land of Jesus
God talked to me today."
I held her, oh, so gently
She slowly passed away
My tears continued falling
On her gown that dreadful day.
For years, I nursed my anger
Consumed by endless grief
I even hoped that I might die
To bring about relief.
In a lonely cemetery
By her grave, one wintry day
I was sadly placing flowers
And felt the urge to pray.
As I knelt beside her gravesite
I felt a breath of spring
The sky lit up with angels
What comfort it did bring.
A voice broke through the silence
It brought about release
My little daughter spoke to me
My soul was filled with peace.
Her words were sweet as honey
She said, "I didn't die
For now, I live with Jesus
So, Mommy please don't cry."
My daughter dwells in heaven
Of that, I can be sure
For today she walks with Jesus
He's taking care of her.
Marilyn Ferguson
©3/1/2004 used with permission
Marilyn's Poetry
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