My Beautiful Memories

   My Beautiful Memories

 

Dreaming with the angels, glorious and omnipotent,

We return unto God, for heaven is our home.

It leaves a foretaste of what dreams cannot fathom:

A utopia far from this earth, beholding Jesus face-to-face.

 

When the soul becomes a string in a symphony,

Rising with every holy, consecrated moment,

It speaks the language of a new universe.

Beholding eternal grace,

So, practicing, His presence unfolds.

Now walking on streets of gold.

 

We rest secure within a soft embrace.

His name is love, transforming us;

Our youthful strength glows like living ink,

Between the weight of life and eternal glory.

Within the arms of our Good Shepherd.

 

Sharing memories of our beautiful Savior.

To hollow hearts, that there will be a day,

We will find beauty in the waiting.

That we go deeper still, where angels abide,

Watching over us, guiding us toward a better tomorrow.

 

The ultimate law of love is love.

Love is love-three simple words,

That must be heard.

Life is a beautiful, sacred embrace,

Of His agape Love