|By Denise Prickett|
|Are there rocking chairs in heaven, Lord
To rock our little one?
Our Brooklyn that You took so soon
Her time here not begun.
We only got to hold her
For such a little while
She had gone to be with You, Lord
Before we knew her smile.
We know You hold her in Your arms
Eternal arms of love
But here on Earth we miss her
So, we look to You above
To heal our pain and broken hearts
To guide us with Your Word
To remind us of Your promises
And know our cries are heard
We’re looking to that glorious day
When we’ll see You face to face
Forever with You in Heaven
To see Brooklyn in that place
I do not seek a mansion grand
On a street that’s paved with gold
Just a simple wooden rocking chair
And baby Brooklyn to hold
To tickle her toes and see her smile
And gaze into her eyes
To hear her coo and little laugh
And know no more... goodbyes!