There's a place called "Heaven,"
Where the Saints abide,
And the Savior, Jesus Christ,
Is their loving guide.
In this place called Heaven,
Little children dwell,
Awaiting resurrection day,
Which casts on all, its spell.
You see, their mortal body,
Which parents laid to rest,
Is just the way they left it,
The way that it was dressed,
And when it's resurrected,
'Twill be the same again,
In stature, form and spirit,
as it was way back when.
But while it is a spirit,
Its stature is full grown,
Yet oft appears a little child
To loved ones it has known.
And once it's resurrected,
And lives with parents dear,
Then they may get to raise this child
In a heavenly atmosphere.
So if you've lost a little one,
Don't grieve your Father so,
Because He's taking care of it
While you dwell here below.
And if you do live worthily,
You'll hold your child once more,
And you will get to raise it
In manner, like before.
Your Father is its loving friend,
And He is your friend, too,
And wants you to be with it,
For it belongs to you.
Peace be with you. |
