The Final Prize (For Pam)
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Written By: Judi Sherrill
As I gaze through my window and watch the raindrops fall
I can hear the sound of Angels as their mighty trumpets call
The sound of great rejoicing as the Heavens open wide
As they bring one of Gods children home to settle at his side
But still I sit here broken, disheartened and alone
Why did He choose this moment, to take my loved one home?
I seethe with quiet anguish, forgetting Gods reward
Doubting His true wisdom, distraught in my discord
How could He let this happen in this most unlikely time?
And why would He, specifically, have chosen one of mine?
Am I allowed to question what my God has thus decreed?
To take my first-born son, could He not have chosen me?
Id openly and willingly have gone there in his place
And opened my arms wide to receive Gods loving grace
Why one so young, so vibrant, one just finding his own way
Am I allowed to show my hurt and anger and dismay?
But if Id go so willingly in knowing what Id find
To bask in Heavens wonders leaving worldly cares behind
Isnt that the final prize Id wish to give my son?
And isnt that the victory in knowing that hed won?
So Ill think of him in small ways and huge ways everyday
Remember him while sleeping and remember him at play
And someday God will call me, my soul will be set free
Ill join my son in Heaven, to spend eternity
