I have to fight really hard not to be sad, because I know this will be the best Christmas you've ever had.
Able to walk those golden streets – not in a power chair, but with your own feet.
Oh, what a joy it must be to have no more pain, wish I could hear you in detail explain.
Most of all, seeing your Jesus face to face, and feel His loving arms giving you a “welcome home” embrace, and seeing your family – what a glorious reunion that must be.
Oh, what a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see – and He takes me by the hand,
And leads me to the promise land – He will lead me straight to you, and what wonderful memories to renew.
There will be no more parting there, just an eternity, all of Heavens glory to share.
For loved ones who are left behind, for each there will be a time, when we’ll all greet them with a “welcome home to be with us in our eternal home.
Can’t imagine or grasp the meaning of eternity,
But someday we will experience the reality.
Oh, what a day - glorious day - that will be!
2 comments:
I, too, await the day for the big family reunion.
Thank you Mr. Buddy for sharing this poem about your dad. He surely was a special man, and I'll never forget the many hugs I received from him at church. His smile was contagious and was always there on his face. Having known him was such a blessing to me. Merry Christmas to you and your precious family.
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