May 12, 2013

Happy Mother's Day

When I hear that trumpet sound
I will lay my burdens down
I will lay them deep into the ground
Then I'll know that I am glory bound

I'll be travelling far from home
But I won't be looking for to roam
I'll be crossing o'er the great divide
In a better home soon I will reside


When I'm in my resting place
I'll look on my mother's face
Never more will I have to know
All the loneliness that plagues me so

So I'm waiting for that train to come
And I know where she's coming from
Listen can you hear her on the track
When I board I won't be looking back


Glory Bound, by the Wailin' Jennys

1 comment:

Hannah said...

Sigh. Oh, your sweet momma. I'm sorry for this lonely year of grief for you and Sarah and Philip, highlighted by a day like Mother's Day.

It can feel like a long time to wait for the train to come!