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Created on: May 19, 2008 Last Updated: August 24, 2010
Through pearly gates and down gold streets, you run
Pushing through many, to get to God's Son
Through tears and laughter, you fall at his feet
Overwhelming joy, face to face you finally meet.
The Lord smiles and assures you of his best
It was time to come home, forever to rest
Your soul with him, forever now free
I think of the wonders, Your eye's can now see
Your pain on earth, forever gone
Another heart singing, In heaven a song
So much of the family, left behind
As you walk through heaven, Do we come to mind?
For you stand now, beholding your King
Joined with millions, you praise and joyfully sing
In the rooms of glory, an awesome sight
Another one singing and immersed in his light
For now you stand at his throne of grace
And with your eye's, you behold God's face.
So much of the family, left behind
So many lost loved ones, for the Lord to still find.
For the Lord made hearts, to search and roam
And it broke my heart, when Jesus took you home.
Sometimes I think your life here, was brief
But now in heaven, the sweetest relief.
I will see you again, at the Lord's supper table
An empty seat is near you, in the mist of Jeremiah,Joshua, Joseph and Able.
The wonders you see, As the Lord and you walk
Remember the family, when you privately talk
For my loved one walks, with Jesus on streets made of gold.
A nail pierced hand, is the hand you now hold
There will be tears in my eyes, once again when we meet
At pearly gates you stand, anxiously waiting to greet
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