Our Sister Sharon
The angels came to take her
On a journey afar,
To a place prepared by God,
Far beyond the shining stars.
It is a place of eternal rest,
Where no sorrow can ever come.
O, what joy awaits her,
In that beautiful new home!
God Himself, shall wipe away
All the tears from her eyes.
Forever and ever, she shall be with Him,
And she will never again have to die.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2017
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