...for Mariah's sweet baby...my Momma's baby...and all the babies in heaven waiting to meet their families...
Song by Abigail Miller (www.abigailmiller.com)
The sun still rises in the East,
It sets still in the West,
But, we now are bowed down in grief,
For youve gone on to rest.
What music from Gods Hall heard you?
What bade you leave the womb?
And slip up through the starry blue,
By the path of your own tomb?
Twas not the reapers cruel scythe,
No claw on Deaths grim hand,
But a call to God, to peace, to life,
A voice across the strand.
Through heavens gate you danced with mirth,
And through a glowing hall,
On splendor never seen on earth,
You gazed in joy and awe.
Chorus:
And there you heard the Angels harps,
And there the Saints did sing,
And there above all sparkling stars,
You knelt before the King.
And there the glad hosannas rang,
Rejoicing 'round the throne,
Loud songs of praise the Cherubs sang,
For a child of God come home.
The sun still rises in the East,
It sets still in the West,
But youve gone on to heavens feast,
To live with God at rest.
And though were left to weep a day,
And mourn in this world of men,
Heaven rings with your shouts of play,
And we shall meet again.
Chorus:
(And there we'll hear the Angels harps,
And with the Saints we'll sing,
And there above all sparkling stars,
We'll kneel before the King.)
And there the glad hosannas ring,
Rejoicing 'round the throne,
Loud songs of praise the Cherubs sing,
For a child of God come home.
And there the glad hosannas ring,
Rejoicing 'round the throne,
Loud songs of praise the Cherubs sing,
For a child of God come home.
Our hearts are waiting for the day,
When we meet again at home.
no, it was a friend's baby...
nikefaith 1 year ago