I will see your face as the sun rises high
In golden grandeur in rays far and wide.
I'll know you're there as it touches the sky
Caressing your hand with a gentle sigh.
I will see your face in a butterfly
As it floats through the air on a gentle breeze.
I will watch you soar high as you take flight
And watch in wonder till you're out of sight.
I will see your face in soft white clouds
Like a picture of you being painted in white,
And listen as you whisper a soft repose
Dancing around on your tippy toes.
I will see your face in a wayward leaf
Kissing the ground beneath my feet
Watch you swirl your silent voice
I will see your face as you rejoice.
I will see your face as the birds sing bright
Songs full of hymns; at first light
Communing with God as they only can
Full of grace for all mankind.
I will see your face on a moonlit night
In a twinkling star your face will shine bright.
As you reach to touch the hand of God
I know in my heart you have His eternal light.
Be still your soul; calm your fears
You're all around us, forever near
For life and in death your spirit shows grace
I forever will see your wonderful face.
In loving memory to my grandson, Beau. Forever twenty. 10-18-81---8-31-02
With love, your Grannie
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Reviews of "I Will See Your Face"
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Reviewed on April 29, 2003
Such a lovely, lovely heart-wrenching tribute. May your memories of him bless you forever.
Reviewed by Linda Pannett (Reader)
Reviewed on April 28, 2003
All I can say is, God Bless You. Your Beau is so lucky to have a Grannie like you. Just Beautiful.
LindaP
joyce, this is a loving tribute to your grandson. my sympathies go out to you. and you are a lovely person; you are beautiful inside and out!! god bless you, joyce!! love, your new friend, karen lynn. ((((HUGS)))) :)
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