Called Home

A voice called out my name one day

I strained to hear what it had to say

Turning... I looked to see no one there

Should I speak of this? Did I dare?

The voice was sweet and soothing to hear

There was love in that voice; it sounded so dear

Years passed by as the voice began to fade

My heart grew empty; my face showed age

While recalling my life from childhood till now

I had forgotten about God, and I don't know how

To my knees I dropped as I began to pray

I prayed for those I had hurt in some way

My prayer asked forgiveness to purify my soul

My sins were forgiven, once again I was whole

While lying in bed that night before sleep

My eyes filled with tears as I began to weep

The voice had returned and I heard it say

“Its time to come home now, in Heaven you'll stay.”

Shirley Ann Parkerson

June 14, 2006