Hilda Stob Poetry
January 1975
DON’T WEEP FOR ME DEAR CHILDREN,
FOR I AM GOING HOME.
THE PATH AHEAD IS STRAIGHT AND BRIGHT,
AND I MUST WALK IT ALONE.
FORGIVE ME LORD FOR THE WRONGS I HAVE DONE,
FOR ALL OF MY WEAKNESS AND SIN.
I’LL BE HAPPY IN THE BACK ROW OF HEAVEN DEAR LORD,
IF YOU WILL ONLY LET ME IN.
TOO MANY TIMES I HAVE FAILED TO ACT,
AS A LOVING CHILD OF YOURS,
BUT BY YOUR GRACE, I KNOW I SHALL BE
FOREVER WITH MY LORD.
