You're grieving now I know,
Sorrow fills your cup;
For your dear one shall be
Missed, but there is a lifting up!

There is a balm of healing
From our Jesus Lord Divine;
'Neath His wings is comfort
For that wound'd heart of thine!

Someday a glad reunion
In Heav'n we shall attend;
Ev'ry tear be kissed away
Ev'ry heartache God shall mend!

Our Lov'd ones are awaiting
Arms will open wide;
"Welcome home" we'll hear them
Saying, joyfulness will e'er abide!

Escorted by the angels
We'll tread the streets of gold;
Embrac'd by our Redeemer
Oh, the half cannot be told!

We'll hear Jesus say, "well done"
The race is finally over;
Glad reunion now begun
That shall last forever more!

Mary Carter Mizrany
April 30, 2007
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