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.


by Marilyn Ferguson ©2004 
(written) March 01, 2004
Used with Permission