Swinging In Heaven
Momma I can see the old pine tree
Mother's Day is happiness from our hearts.
I can hear the voices in the morning breeze
so loud the words blend in together.
The family stayed with love never to depart
I think of you often from the past years
but I know that God will hold all your fears.
If my wishes could bring you love not despair
In the earthly soil, where our
soul of life, shall walk no more.
There is the open door of the sea,
where each vessel, has took to shore.
The beautiful seed of life, has been
planted, in the dirt of God’s land.
The flight of a flock of birds, as they
journey in the sky, is God’s plan.
When heaven’s door will open,
then earthly time will be gone.
As the Lord moves the clouds, from
up above, the angels singing their song.
Hear the tender voices, ringing to
the praise, that’s descending on high.
Believing in Jesus, opens the gates to
heaven, where the golden shore will lie.
© Johanna Fields
By Johanna Fields
© 2012 Johanna Fields
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