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Letter From Heaven

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A Letter From Heaven

To our dearest mom, some things we'd like to say.
But first of all, to let you know, that we've arrived okay.
We are writing this from Heaven.
Where we dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness;
here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because we're out of sight.
Remember that we are with you every morning, noon and night.
That day we had to leave you
when our life on earth was through.
God picked us up and hugged us
and said, "I welcome you.
It's good to have you back again,
you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest mom,
she'll be here later on.
There's so much that we have to do,
to help our mortal man."
God gave us a list of things,
that he wished for us to do.
And foremost on the list,
was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night,
the day's chores put to flight.
God and us are closest to you...
in the middle of the night.
When you think of our life on earth,
and all those loving years.
Because you are only human,
they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry:
it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers,
unless there was some rain.
We wish that we could tell you all that God has planned.
If we were to tell you , you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though our life on earth is over.
We're closer to you now, than we ever were before.
There are many rocky roads ahead of you
and many hills to climb;
But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always our philosophy and we'd like it for you too;
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and in pain;
Then you can say to God at night....
"my day was not in vain."

And now I am contented....
that my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along the way
I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody
who is sad and feeling low;
Just lend a hand to pick him up,
as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street
and you've got us on your mind;
We're walking in your footsteps
only half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go....
from that body to be free.
Remember you're not going...
your coming here to me.

Author Ruth Ann Mahaffey, © Copyrighted
Used here with permission
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