by: Marjorie May Pearson
Her rose has turned to white,
My mom she’s nowhere in sight.
She lost the battle she fought
She’s gone where she ought.
She was lifted
By Him and gifted
Dancing in heaven
She passed away February eleven
Singing with the angels choir
Sometimes I hear her
“Praise Him, Praise Him
All the little children.
God is love, God is love.”
Sometimes I hear
“I got the joy, joy, joy, joy
down in my heart,
down in my heart,
down in my heart,
I got the joy, joy, joy, joy,
Down in my heart
Down in my heart to stay.
And I’m so happy, so very happy
I got the love of Jesus down in my heart..”
She’s kneeling before him,
Mom’s body whole again.
And I praise Jesus
He had her on earth with us
Even if it was a short time,
Vicki will always be mine.
My mom.