Christmas in Heaven with Jesus

Since I am waiting on the Lord to bring in the buyer He has chosen for this house so I can move to Kansas, I have struggled this month how to keep up the Widow's Might Blog.  The husband of a dear friend suddenly went to be with the Lord recently, and I felt this would be a good time to repeat a poem a friend shared last year with me.   Perhaps one of the readers of this may be able to share it with another loved one this year.   Christmas seems to be a challenging time for widows to celebrate without their loved ones, but I feel this poem gives us a lovely visual of our loved ones as they now celebrate Jesus birth with our Blessed Lord Jesus Himself.    Enjoy!

CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN

I see countless Christmas trees around the world below,
With tiny lights, Like Heaven's stars, reflecting the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear,
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
But the sound of music can't compare with the Heavenly choir here.
For I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description to hear an angel sing.

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain in your heart,
But I am not so far away, we are really not apart.
So be happy for me, dear one, you know I hold you dear,
And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

For after all - Love is a gift, more precious than gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
So please love and help each other, as my Father said to do,
For I cannot count the blessings or the love He has for you.

So have a Merry Christmas, and wipe away that tear,
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I can't tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place.
Can you imagine Christmas, seeing our Saviour face to face?

I'll ask Him to lift your spirit, as I tell Him of your love,
So then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above.
So please let your hearts be joyful, and let your spirit sing,
For I'm spending Christmas in Heaven, and I'm walking with the King!

I dedicate this poem to you and your family, my dear friend Ann, and pray that the God of all comfort will comfort your heart as He has done for me so often these many years (2 Cor. 1:3-4).  

My love and prayers are with you, your family and all widows who look forward to seeing our Blessed Lord Jesus Christ face to face as well as all our loved ones who've gone before us.

Have a Blessed CHRISTmas!
Dee