Olivia and Emma
We did not want to leave so soon,
but Jesus called our name;
‘Olivia and Emma, come’,
and then the angels came.
They gently took us by the hand,
they wiped away each tear;
They softly raised our bodies up,
erasing every fear.
God greeted us with open arms,
He placed us in His palm;
And oh, such beauty filled our souls,
His touch, a soothing balm.
Though grief assails, remember we
have seen His mighty throne;
we hear the angels praise and sing,
and we are not alone.
Kristina M. Hooper @ 3/27/14