My beautiful father-in-law, Alden, went home to be with Jesus, friends. And we will miss his presence here with us on earth, for certain.
At the same time that we grieve OUR loss, we are rejoicing too ~ because we KNOW, that we KNOW, that we KNOW – he is with his Lord and Savior right now – and for that we rejoice!
Bless the Lord, oh my soul!
I couldn’t sleep last night, because I kept writing this poem in my head as I was laying in bed. I got up this morning and the rest of it came together, so I want to share it with you today.
If you are grieving the passing of a loved one who is also a Christian, friend ~ grieve away ~ and remember to give your grief over daily to the Lord. He will comfort you. He will be with you. He will place you under His mighty wing of refuge. It’s okay to grieve. We just need to do it with the help of our Savior.
And as you grieve, know too the peace ~ that only the Lord can truly provide. Know too, the promise of getting to be in our true home with our Savior when we leave this tiny dot in the universe to go home. Know that your loved one who accepted Christ as his Savior is there now. He is right there with Him…..
We are confident, yes, well pleased rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord. 2 Corinthians 5:8
Home Sweet Home
He gets to run ~He gets to jump
He gets to dance and sing.
He gets to see ~ His shining face
And all the light He brings.
He gets to laugh ~ He gets to hug
And tears? He’ll never cry!
He now has wings ~ And gets to soar
Throughout the heavenly skies.
He gets to kneel ~ He gets to bow
He gets to worship in praise.
He gets to shout ~ “Thank you, Father!”
For eternity ~ all of the days.
He gets to live ~ his real life now
Days of adoration, joy and love.
His Almighty Lord ~ His Risen Savior
He meets Him, up above.
He gets to live ~ he gets to abide
Next to God and all His saints.
Where there’s no grief, and no, not war
Only praise, devoid of complaints.
He gets to do this ~ ’cause of mercy
From our Jesus, he is now there.
He loves His precious ones ~ all His children
He’s counted each and every hair.
And he is one ~ he is God’s child
And His Father called unto him…
“Come home, my child” ~ it’s far past dark
Into the light, where there’s no sin.
He gets to shed it ~ that broken body
And fly home, as it should be.
No longer encumbered ~ no longer trapped
God’s face now, he’ll always see.
For You have delivered my soul from death,
My eyes from tears,
And my feet from falling.
I will walk before the Lord
In the land of the living.
I believed, therefore I spoke,“I am greatly afflicted.”I said in my haste,“All men are liars.”
What shall I render to the Lord
For all His benefits toward me?
I will take up the cup of salvation,
And call upon the name of the Lord.
I will pay my vows to the Lord
Now in the presence of all His people.
Precious in the sight of the Lord
Is the death of His saints.