Ashes of Our Father

Ashes of Our Father, Tears on Mother's Face Going up to Heaven, to Join His Holy Grace Feelings deep and sorrowful, sometimes of mirth and glee Looking up through his eyes, into calm and peace Touching God is Blessed, gained a true reward Looking back to Earth, Praying for joy and peace Healing power, to our hearts, brings on sudden calm Smiles as we look upward, and see a bright new star Knowing this is Sacred, shared by, oh, so few Wishing for our deliverance, before the final queue He rejoices daily, when so many are touched Spreading hope in our lives, To know that God is Real. Copyright 2000, by Russell L. Hale II, all rights reserved.