I'm just a little feller,

Who didn't quite make it there;

I went straight to be with Jesus

But I'm waiting for you here.


Don't you fret about me Mummy,

I'm of all God's lambs most blest;

I'd have loved to stay there with you,

But the Shepherd knows what's best.


Many dwelling here where I live,

Waited years to enter in;

Struggled through a world of sorrows

And their lives were marred by sin.


So sweet Mummy don't you sorrow,

Wipe those tears and chase the gloom;

I went straight to Jesus bosom

From my lovely mother's womb.

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Jun. 3, 2008 at 1:56 PM I've spent so much time suffering over my daughter's death, thinking that all she experienced of life was the pain of dying.... anyway, thanks. This has helped some.

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