When God calls us home
When God calls children home To dwell with Him above We mortals
sometimes question The wisdom of His love For no heartache
compares with,The death of love ones God tires of calling,
The aged to His fold. So He picks a rosebud,To make the land
of Heaven,More beautiful to view.We, who are left behind.
Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find God
will be waiting, to help you bear,The pain and the sorrow
of your suffering care.For no pain or suffering is ever
to much,To yield itself, to God's merciful touch.He will care
for and loved so very much.we are god's children So He put His
arms around you And whispered, "Come with me."A heart of gold
stopped beating; eyes closed to rest. God broke our hearts to
prove to us He only takes the best. There's a special Angel
in Heaven that is a part of me.
BY MARY
Kitty Wells - How Far Is Heaven
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