THE LAND OF THE FREE

The anniversary of the passing of my dad, and my mother-in-law, will be coming up shortly.  I think about them often…them, and other loved ones that have gone on to be with Jesus.  These thoughts are what inspired the following poem.

I still feel the pangs of loneliness from time to time, and, yes…even regret at things I failed to tell them while they were here; things that would have meant the world to them to hear.  Like, “I love you so much!” … or, “I’m sorry that I hurt you!”  I know they are in a wonderful place, and all the bad things, sad things that happened here on earth are far from their minds now.

I wrote this poem for those loved ones that I leave behind.  I don’t want them to be sad at what was said or not said…what was done, or not done.  I want them to know that I have gone on to be with Jesus.  I want them to know that they can see me again if they will just call on HIS name and ask for forgiveness.

I hope to see you there! -anita

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When you stand before my grave,

And hear birds in the trees nearby;

When the Spring morning shakes her rain-drenched hair above,

Don’t be sad, don’t weep, don’t cry!

I’m not really here in this dark, dank place.

I fly with the angels and I stare at the face…

The face of the ONE who died, just for me!

And I smile, and I marvel at all that I see!

If you could be here, and know what I know,

You’d wish it were you that had been called to go!

So, get down on your knees, and ask that your sin

Be washed clean in HIS bold…then, I’ll see you again!

On this beautiful shore, where forever we’ll rest…

In the Land of the Free, and the Home of the Blest!

By  Anita Mondragon Feb. 2005