Grandma’s Prayer |
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! |