Poem

I see the countless Christmas trees
Around the world below,
With tiny lights like heaven's stars
Reflecting in the snow.

The sight is so spectacular
please wipe away that tear
for I am spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs
that people hold so dear
but the sound of music can't compare
with the Christmas choir up here.

I have no words to tell you
of the joy their voices bring
for it is beyond description
to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me,
I see the pain inside your heart
but I'm really not so far away
we really aren't apart.

I can't tell you of the splendor
or the peace here in this place
Can you just imagine Christmas
with our Savior face to face?

I'll ask him to lift your spirit
as I tell him of your love
so then pray for one another
as you lift your eyes above.

Please let your hearts be joyful
and let your spirit sing
for I am spending Christmas in Heaven
and I’m walking with the King.

I was given this poem last year at Christmastime, and it's on our refrigerator door this year too. I've since given it to three families I know whose relatives have gone Home this year. Jesus took a sister, a spouse, and a newborn son. But, what He left behind, was the Truth that we will all see our loved ones again, and we will spend an eternity with them. I keep telling myself this, probably so I can make it through some days, that my Gracie's four years on this Earth is nothing compared to an eternity in Heaven.