by Tracy Whitaker / Tracy Whitaker (Copyright 2002)

Run free, my love, forevermore
Through fields and streams, green hills galore
The butterflies you loved to chase
Are with you still in that glorious place
And even better yet you now have wings
So brilliant too…

Run free, my sweet, to your maker’s arms
Who’s awaited your return
To reward you for the love you gave
So innocent and pure
If only men could learn to love
So unselfishly as you…

My tears are for the joy you gave
I’ll miss until we join,
And for the joy you now will know
Upon the lap of God
As He Himself now holds you close
As I did but awhile
The memories of those precious days
Will forever make me smile.

Run free, my love, and hurry!
Tell my loved ones who are there
The good care that you took of me
When my tears flowed hard for them.

Run free, my love, run free and fast!
Your love will never die
These bitter tears I cry for you
They will not always last
I’ll join you in that wondrous place
The day that I am called
And faithfully as always
You’ll be waiting there for me…
Where once again best friends we’ll be
Throughout eternity…

 

Tracy Whitaker