In Debra's Kitchen - Selected Poems by Debra Lee Cathcart
I hope the suffering that we face
on this earthly plain will help us when
we are guided home by his sweet face
and home at least we rest and then..
That knowing that he loves us all
with sinners, saints within our midst.
Protect us now, for when we fall
we want to be within your grip.
Protect the ones who went before
That they should be our guiding light,
they'll help to open heaven's door
And help us through a mortal night.