Jim, this Christmas will be so sad for me,
It won't be the same without you dear.
Oh how my heart cries out in pain,
I'll hold the memories until we meet again.
This Christmas you will enjoy the prettiest,
Flowers in God's garden so fair,
You will shout with the Angels singing,
Hosanna, Crowns of Glory we will share.
You can view all the beauty from Zion's hill,
And walk through God's pretty fields.
You'll sit with the Saints and share your story,
Oh what a time on the streets of Glory.
I see you all wrapped in Angel wings,
Walking the streets of that City four square.
Singing praises in the Angel band,
You're living it up in Glory with the Great I Am.
I just visualize the splendor of Heaven,
You and the Saints praising your King,
Helping the Angels with the decorations,
Humbly bowing at His feet, in adoration.
You're enjoying the streams of God's grace.
At home with Jesus how you longed to be.
No more pain, hurt or falling down ever again,
Oh we miss you, it was our lost but Heaven's gain.
Have a merry Christmas with Jesus my Love,
Sharing with Mom, Dad, family and friends.
Your family here, we'll do the best we can,
And one sweet day we'll meet in Gloryland.
I guess God loaned you to us for awhile,
Until He needed a Rose so rare.
He looked down and saw your tired body.
He took you home to help in His garden there.
God tells me each new day You both watch,
Over me and your family down here.
You know our pain and see our tears.
We give God thanks for the many years.
Jim, you are a Rose in God's beautiful garden.
And every morning our heart just breaks,
We don't understand it or why this had to be,
But one beautiful day we'll share Eternity!!
We love and miss you so much, (Tearssss)
