Sunday, July 26, 2009




If I could sit beside you,
I would gently hold your hand.
I'd comfort you and tell you of a
a very special land.

A land with joy and laughter where
the angels fill the air;
a land of such great beauty that
the earth cannot compare.

I know in all your sorrow how
you wish me back with you,
though I with life beyond your
thoughts can give you just a view.

So do not put your trust in men
for mortals cannot save.
But put your hope in Jesus Christ
the victor of the grave.

Then whether it is days or years
until I hold your hand
take comfort, for the Lord and I
are in a special land.

~ by Carla Muir ~


1 comment:

Shahab Mahdavi said...

again a nice poem. Thanks