Spending my whole life, looking down,
by Ronald Chapman
with tears falling on God's acre,
Hoping flowers would grow,
never seeing roses bloom.
you left this place long ago.
Until that fateful day,
God gave me the gift,
to see a short glimpse of Heaven
with you standing there with Angel wings.
Your love, waiting for me in Heaven.
Today I look up at Heaven's stars,
sharing your love with others,
through words and pictures, every day.