When the clouds are lifted, and the shadows flee,
My dear sweet mother will at last be free.
Once again, she will call me by name,
Though nothing will ever again be the same.
No, not the same, but much better by far,
She will be whole, body, mind, and heart.
She'll look at me and know I'm her son,
We'll both rejoice at what God has done.
When the clouds are lifted, and the shadows flee,
We'll see God was there for my wife, and for me.
God gave us the strength to do what was right,
To care for my mother through this terrible night.
"I would not tell you as to what lay ahead,
"I wanted to see you trust me instead."
Though I often failed, His mercy is great,
This didn't just happen by chance or by fate.
Someday I will see this was part of His plan,
And He held us safe in the palm of His hand.
One day all His beauty and glory I'll see,
When the clouds are lifted, and the shadows flee.

© 2001, Jerry Ham