what heaven holds...
What Heaven Holds
Long to be in heaven, passed through the roads of hell,
still I stand, eyes wide open on earth with warmest hearts of gold.
I wish I stood, and long to be, in heaven where he watches me.
The torture of my long cold nights, the hands I only dream of holding,
push me through the painful times.
The hands I hold, the hearts I touch, the smiles I see,
the miracles he gave to me,
through heavens heart he gives me strength,
to raise the ones who took his place!
By Melanie Saul
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