It will be a glorious cloud-free morning.
Everyone will gather by the river, awaiting the
triumphant sound of the heavens to open up.
There will be a bright light shining from
Heaven, and doves will be descending.
The wind will stand still, and there will be a
disturbed silence by the sound of a trumpet.
Our weeping tears will block our view of the
last goodbye, and when our last goodbyes
are said, we will then go with him to a grand
place of paradise to spend eternity.
Goodbye, no more your smile to see,
and no more sadness will there be.
No more pain, no more storm clouds,
and no more rain.
No more your voice will I hear,
or your smile will I see again.
There will be no more tears,
and certainly no more fears.
No more will we laugh,
no more will we sit and
talk, and no more together
we will walk.
No more suffering,
and no more sorrow,
we will only live on
with the memories
of tomorrow.
This is our last goodbye;
now rain clouds are cleared.
The mourning weepers have
wept, and the sun has set.
Oh what a glorious day it will be,
our good deeds he will reward
us for, and our lost ones we’ll
again see.
At his feet we will bow and
finally, his face we will see.
We will take his hands,
and then we will go with
him to eternity.
Excerpt from Book: Mr. Poet
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