A Dark Rainy Morn

The phone rang early on a dark rainy morn
With nervous anticipation I awoke with a yawn
My inner being screamed at me “dont answer that call”
For I knew what it was, and the task would be tall

I listened to words that I’d feared would come
“Hi, Bro’, it’s Sis', I’ve some news about Mum”
I listened, not breathing as Sis' sounded odd
She said “Mum woke this morning, not with us, but with God”

I tried to pretend that I’d heard it all wrong
"Are these words from a movie, a book or a song?"
No, it was real, Mum had left us that day
I didn’t feel right, she seemed so far away

I asked Sis' more questions, as I tried not to weep
Sis' said “Mum went so peacefully, she passed in her sleep”
I wanted to see Mum again that same day
I had so much to tell her, I had so much to say

Things like “Hi” and “How are you, is there anything you need,
Would you like me to come over, maybe sit with you and read?”
It still didn’t sink in what Sis' had conveyed
I knew all the answers would come as I prayed

Mum knew that I loved her, that was never in doubt
Cause’ Mum knew before I did, what I was about
She knew all of my short comings, all my silly young ways
Her love never faultered, she’d loved me, always

So, Mum has gone on, she’s now with the Lord
She’s met His approval, she’s met His accord
I thank God my Mum taught me the right from the wrong
I pray that one day, I’ll too, sing her song

I love my Lord Jesus, my Saviour above
He fills my heart daily, He fills it with love
I pray that I’m faithful in His words that are sworn
Soon there’ll be no more phone calls on a dark rainy morn

                                                                      ~ Keith Fairhurst ~