As I look upon your dear face ~
Filled with love, lined with grace . . .
As you sleep there in your dreams,
I see you going back to our youth, it seems.
Back unto the years gone by, I see the tear in thy eye,
And I remember the sweet bliss of your tender kiss. I too start to cry.
Why can't we go back, why, I ask of you . . .
Would it be too big a task to do?
Only deep down we know we really want to be here . . .
Where we are, with each other, not far, but near.
One day we may awake and find it was all a dream.
We'd surely be young and spry, it would seem.
Still as we look back now, it makes us know somehow
That things are sweeter in the golden glow of the stars now.
With age creeping up, standing beside us where e'er we go ~
But who are we to say old isn't good? It is I know.
For many make it every century, just as the ones before . . .
So, we will too and we'll love, if possible, after death, even more.
As the Angels come to take us upon a cloud, to ride,
Softly and swiftly into the Heavens above, maybe about eventide.
Then we'll be together forever, you and I.
On yonder shores o'er the skies above, we shalt not cry . . .
For this is our dream after all, for all of eternity to be
With the Glories of Heaven and Jesus to be with you and me.
Our family, please follow closely too, be with us there.
This is our wish for you all, our fervent Prayer.
For we go on in each of you and whatever good we have been . . .
You do even better, make this world a place that can be lived in again. |
