Passing Through

Don’t cry my little children,

When life comes, to an end,

Or wonder where you’re going

Without a hope or friend,

When life seems at its saddest,

And the grave is calling you,

I’m right here beside you,

Hold and comfort you,

I’ll wrap my arms around you,

Shield and cover you,

From the darkness,
That abounds you,

My light comes shining through,

So death is not the end,

Just a passing through,

Onward to the father,

Your home is calling you.

 Wendy Jae Rhymer