Heaven


Fluff Up The Clouds

Call Heaven ... there's an Angel
That's coming home today;
Our hearts are sad and broken
Because she couldn't stay.

Fluff up the clouds and lay her
Gently in your care;
Place the tiny halo
Softly in her hair.

Jesus

Our arms will never hold her,
Our lips will never kiss
The velvet of her cheeks,
We were not prepared for this.

In our hearts will be a tiny hole
Where always you will be,
Because we wanted you so much,
Our hearts will always grieve.

Jesus

How sad we had to lose you
But we know that God knows best;
Sleep softly precious Angel ...
In Gods eternal rest.

~ Joy Bryant ~
Copyright 1995
Used with permission



This heart-touching poem was written for Joy's youngest daughter Karen, and her husband Pat,
after the tragic loss of a much wanted and loved baby at 7-1/2 months.



Original music composed by Geoff Anderson
Used With Permission.



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