A Memorial to Momma
by Charlotte Holley
11/22/03

Where shall I stand the hour before
I come to knock at Heaven’s door?
And what others’ eyes shall see
Visions of the angels who come for me?

I know it not, but I believe
God waits on high, souls to receive.
Therein holds a time of tender bliss
For the soul who perceives visions like this.

What solace, comfort to behold
That greatest mystery to unfold
And enter into sacred rest
Having passed through life’s final test!

What limitless seas of love untold
Lie waiting there, yet to behold!
But hold me here a moment more
For those who weep before Thy door.

Let me breathe Thy Love, Peace on them
Before I take my place within.
Cause Your Grace to light their way
And give them peace to fill their day.

Eye hath not seen beyond that door
Nor human heart hath known.
Yet I believe ‘tis joy, peace and more
For the soul who finds therein its home.