Death.
That word makes me
shiver from head
top toe. Death
hurts us so. It is
like they take part
of our heart with them.
When our loved ones
die they grow wings.
That shimmer in the
sky.
Angels of God
come down to guide
them to heaven. Then
our loved ones took
one last look at the
earth where we are in.
Then they rise into
the sky. And sore
eagles. They follow the angels of God to
heaven. God brings all the
little children to Jesus.
Jesus brings all the children
close to Him. He hugs
them and He loves
them more than you
and I know. God calls
everyone home in His
time. When we die
we will grow shimmering
wings and we will rise
and soar to our forever
home where Jesus is.
MNJ
PS. Jesus is the author of this poem, I am His tool.
In memory of Nathan 2007-2009
