Dear loved ones, I've made it home,
Please don't grieve for me.
The angels opened up those pearly gates,
So Jesus I could see.

He was waiting at the entrance,
And a smile upon His face.
I'm in a better place now,
Because of His loving grace.

No more pain and suffering.
It's over now for me.
I'm strong and well again,
As perfect as one can be.

God sees to it we have His best,
I'm living in a mansion,
Walking streets of gold,
Some day you'll meet me here,
The sights that you'll behold.

Of all the beauty here I see,
The Lord is so much more,
The light that shines around Him,
The royal robe He wore.

Faye Reyenga © 8 / 1 / 2006
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In memory of Brother-in-law
Dale Yokem