They say roses don’t bloom in winter,
But I know one who does.
The one who’s gone before you,
Blooms in heaven above.
God says there are no tears in heaven.
They’ve all been wiped away.
For the One who’s gone before us;
Has given a brand new day.
They say there is much joy in heaven,
For loved ones who are there;
Wait joyfully for the day all see,
Dear loved ones—oh so fair.
And on that day, we too will sing
With angels from above;
As we worship our Redeemer,
The object of our love.
Reflections from: John 14: 1-3, Rev. 21:1-5
© Glenda Mills 2012