Jan Bagwell is with Hazel Bagwell.
A Glad Homecoming
I knelt by the bedside
Of my elderly dying saintly mother.
Her body was frail and weak.
Her voice was soft and faint.
I knelt by the bedside
Of my elderly dying saintly mother.
Her body was frail and weak.
Her voice was soft and faint.
"I'm going home," she whispered.
"I already see the light.
I hear the beautiful music.
The angels are in sight."
"I already see the light.
I hear the beautiful music.
The angels are in sight."
It seemed her strength renewed
As she tightly squeezed my hand.
She said, "Just keep the faith
'Til we meet in Glory Land.
As she tightly squeezed my hand.
She said, "Just keep the faith
'Til we meet in Glory Land.
My heart felt so very heavy,
And I knew I should be sad,
But as I beheld that Godly saint,
Her homecoming will made me glad.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
And I knew I should be sad,
But as I beheld that Godly saint,
Her homecoming will made me glad.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
LOve you Mother
