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Some Things You Can Prepare For

Some things you can prepare for, some things you’d never guess

Crop up between the day to day, blind-side you more or less

Life’s gotta a funny way, of showing you who’s boss

Lord giveth and he takes away the hurt, the pain and loss

There ain’t a single thing to do, nothing I can say

That’ll bring your mama back to you, [for] she’s up in heaven today

The memories, they’ll come rushing back, and you know what you’d say

If you could have just one more hour with her this blessed day:

For all the times you held me, kissed me when I cried

All the times you listened, sitting by my side

You taught me about Jesus, told me of his love

Helped me fold my little hands, as we placed our trust in God

I wonder if you ever knew, just how you touched our lives

The sunny days and cloudy too, our mother, friend, and wife

You’re truly in a better place; with God you’ve found your rest

But it still hurts that you’re not here,      we were truly blest

[For] all the times you held us, kissed us when we cried

All the times you listened, sitting by our side

You followed in His footsteps, believed in His great love

Folded tight your praying hands, and placed your trust in God

Tomorrow comes and lives go on, and so too must our own

God’s plan for us is not done; we live for Him alone

So until that day when trumpets sound, we shall carry on

While saints look down from heaven, we make our journey home

by Justin Olmanson

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