This is a poem my mom faxed me a few weeks before she passed, Author Unknown<\/p>\n
If you could see where I have gone, the beauty of this place,
\nand how it feels to know you’re home, to see the Savior’s face.<\/p>\n
To wake in peace and know no fear, just joy beyond compare,
\nwhile still on Earth you miss me yet, you wouldn’t want me there,
\nif you could see where I have gone.<\/p>\n
If you could see where I have gone, had made the trip with me,
\nyou’d know I didn’t go alone, the Savior came with me.<\/p>\n
When I awoke, He was by my side and reached down His hand
\nHe said \u201cHurry now, you’re going Home, to a grand and glorious land,
\ndon’t worry over those you love, for I’m not just with you,
\nand don’t you know with you at Home, they’ll long to be here, too?\u201d<\/p>\n
If you could see where I have gone and see what I’ve been shown.
\nYou’d never know another fear or ever feel alone.
\nYou’d marvel at the care of God, His hand on every life.
\nAnd realize that He really cares and bears with us each strife,
\nand that He weeps when one is lost, His heart is filled with pain;
\nbut oh, the joy when one comes Home; a child is Home again.<\/p>\n
If you could see where I have gone, could stay awhile with me;
\ncould share the things that God has made to grace eternity.<\/p>\n
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<\/a>But no, you couldn’t ever leave, once Heaven’s joy you’ve known,