Death came knocking at my door last
night. And when it left it took with it
my sweet Joan. But last night while I
was shivering in sorrow. A pair of arms
reached out and wrapped themselves around
me, and comforted from my grief. The arms
felt familiar as they increased their embrace on me,
I realized these were the arms of my sweet Joan.
Beyond heaven she reached out to comfort me.
Beyond heaven she reached to let me know
the she was still here with me. Joan and I
have love that cheated death. A love
that reaches beyond heaven.