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 ~