Here With You
Little frail Jimmy in the church each day,
Though ill, for health he would not pray,
Bowing his head he would only say:
“Jesus, Jimmy is here.”
Near to death and around his bed,
His loved ones wept and stroked his head.
Breathing his last, a soft voice said:
“Jimmy, Jesus is here.”
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From ‘Lyrical Ireland‘
A collection of Poems by Paddy Cummins
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This Poem is dedicated to little boys with terminal illnesses.
