Editor:
My Child, how often do you contemplate the day that you’ll come home?
The beauty, joy and peace that’s here, you’ve never, ever known.
I’ve made a place for you with Me since the day that you were born;
If you but knew the majesty, no one would ever mourn.
Our Blessed Virgin Mother will embrace you little one, “welcome home my precious child, now come and meet my Son.” All the loved ones who have gone before you will rejoice with angels too, a heavenly celebration and all because of you.
I’ve shown you o’re and o’re again, the love I have for thee, now contemplate these joyful thoughts till you come home again to Me.
Ann McNabb
Turnersville