A Son Loaned
Please don't be angry that I took
The son that you love.
I loaned him to you for a while,
I now need him up above.
You raised him with honesty,
Love, truth & tenderness.
He always seemed to care so much,
When other sons cared less.
You helped him in his growing years,
And he needed you the most.
So try to smile above your tears,
And please don't feel so lost.
The angels came and called him,
And took him home again,
Though you really weren't quite ready,
Please try to understand.
Call any time you need Me,
Whether it be day or night.
I'll try to make it easier,
And try to make it right.
written by David's Mom's Aunt,
© Ann Ferguson Martin
March, 1982