by Tasha Reed
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How Blessed We Are Today
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It is beyond words to describe our feelings when a loved one passes away and many tears fall and hearts break and grievance occurs. This is all natural of course. But if we could turn those tears of sorrow into tears of joy, knowing our loved one have lifted into our Fathers arms, where there's no more sickness and no more tears, then at a funeral, instead of sad melodies there should be rejoicing and songs that lift our Spirits into the souls and the heavens of our loved ones, knowing a joyful reunion is on its way. Rejoice in the name of our Father, God Almighty and his son, Lord Jesus Christ.
The lightening and thunder
was more than we could bare,
as we cried out for who we cared,
a loved one passing asunder.
Grey was the day as a river of tears flowed down
from relatives, friends and peers,
as the bagpipes ripped through the distance,
breaking our hearts and souls to hear.
A couple hundred or so stood weary,
under our black umbrellas
the rain drum rolled off of us teary
showing the day for what it was.
And the widow sat in her designated spot.
Her face lit up as she looked to the sky.
Jumping up, she interrupted saying, Oh my,
this crying and sadness should be naught.
My husband died loving Jesus.
He died serving our Lord.
Eternal life he’ll have and have forevermore
all because he followed our Lord Jesus.
So, dry your tears and wipe your eyes,
what a victory for you and I,
that someone we love who said goodbye,
Is with our Father and he Is alive,
for the first time in his life,
he IS alive.
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|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|This is an amazing and sweet poem for anyone who is suffering the deep loss of a family member or a friend.I enjoy reading it.I can honestly say this poem will give much needed comfort to anyone.Take care and thank you for sharing and writing this poem
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|No doubt about it heaven is the end of all pain and suffering but we still have to mourn the loss.|
|Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat
What wonderful thoughts. When people pass, we do not cry for them, we cry for ourselves, because we miss them so much. Beautifully written.