Loss
Be joyful, for I am with you.
They must be singing, songs of glory their sister has come home, I am assured the angels welcomed you home Streets of gold, beneath your once weary feet voice raised in infinite songs of praise I have no doubt; you are dancing Your sweet smiling face,looking down on us those left behind to accept the loss Tears of joy, of sadness will certainly fall gracing the cheeks of those that love you Hands will raise, voices will l...