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My Daughter Walk's 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.

 

Copyright ©2004 Marilyn Ferguson