Teardrops stain my cheeks
Now my love you’ve
gone
Gone to join the angel’s
throng
As sad and lonely I
live on
I am comforted to know
In my sadness and
despair
I’m alone but you are
with me
As I feel you
everywhere
With my faith for
strength
I wipe my teary eyes
Safe in the knowledge
That no one really
dies
We will be together
again
If my beloved, you
will wait
Beyond the golden
portal
Just through heavens
gate
As a boy I asked God for a bike one day,
But I knew God didn’t
work that way
So I decided to steal
a bike and then
I asked God for
forgiveness instead
At his bedside
The gentle angel stood
Watching as he slept
Listening to his quiet shallow breath
Then the angel softly spoke
And reached out a hand
“Your time has come to see the lord”
“Come with me now”
Then he slept no more
And he left his empty body
Taking the offered hand
The angel smiled and they began to ascend
To a better place and time
Traveling upward through a tunnel
Toward a light becoming ever brighter
Its brightness became almost blinding
Until with the angel he emerged
Into the land of light and love
The angel left him with a smile
With those who had passed before
Familiar faces greeted him
Loved ones from years past
Who showed him round heavens paradise
Where milk and honey flowed
Scenes of unimagined beauty met his eye
And the sweetest perfumes filled the air
Music was everywhere invading every pore
From simple refrains to grand symphonies
Musicians played on instruments of gold
While choirs of angels sang
But the most overpowering feeling
That assailed his senses
Was of everlasting love
The father is with us every moment
Of every hour both day
and night
Over every continent
and island
He keeps us in His
wondrous light
We give our praise without condition
Given freely to the
Lord on high
We sing it to the
highest heaven
Our hands held
reaching to the sky
Epiphany is a Christian festival in honour of
The coming of the Three Kings to the infant Lord,
The first manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles
That celebrates the revelation of God in his Son
Known as the Day of the Lights or Three King’s Day
A sound like heaven
Sits softly on the ear
Every honey coated
word
Is a sweet souvenir
The joy of her touch
On my skin still
lingers
From her Porcelain
hands
And delicate fingers
Delicately scented
Like an exotic Rose
Still vividly resides
In the appreciative
nose
And the sight of her
Consummate beauty
Will occupy my dreams
For all eternity
