Cynthia Hoschouer, would show this poem I wrote to mom...... Someday my friends when I’m dead and gone, Oh I’ll sing a brand new song. So please don’t weep or even cry, I’ll be with Jesus in the sky. “Someday” my friends will surely come, When the Father says my time has run. There is a day just up ahead, Why should it be a day of dread. To live is Christ but to die is gain, Can you imagine NO more pain ? T’will be a time to celebrate, I crossed the final Holy Gate. A gate of pearls covered with gold, Oh the beauty that so untold. Time to rejoice be glad and sing, Listen for Christmas bells as they ring. No more pain and no more fear, Their just a glimps in a rearview mirror. And so I’ll fix my gaze ahead, And know that “someday” is not to dread !!!
Posted on: Thu, 01 Aug 2013 06:01:49 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015