The angels came and ushered me into God's presence, dear mama.
They carried me like you did when I would fall asleep.
I awoke into the arms of Jesus,
the One who gave His life for me!
It's so beautiful up here, mama;
so beautiful like you've always said!
A pure river of life, clear as crystal forever flowing,
proceeding out of the throne of God.
So overwhelmed with His love was I, dear mama!
Imagine my joy seeing Jesus face to face!
His smile so warm...
His face so radiant...
"Welcome home My child!" He tenderly said.
Oh, don't be sad for me, mama.
I can run and jump and
dance and sing!
I feel so light on my feet like I'm dreaming, mama!
Sometimes I laugh as I dance in the presence of the angels.
The curse of death has lost its sting.
Oh, don't cry for me so, mama.
Your teardrops fall like the summer rain.
Death is sorrowful with its separation.
Cry for a while, but not as those in vain.
Although God called me home so early,
with so many dreams we had, so many songs unsung.
I'll be in your heart, in your cherished memories.
The moments we had will carry you through.
Remember when at bedtime I'd crawl up in your bed?
You would tell me stories of Jesus and the love for us He had.
I looked into your face as you read to me in the candlelight.
"Will the angels come to carry me home too, mama?"
You chuckled teasingly, ruffling my hair.
"Yes, my little angel, but you have to wait!
Trust Him as your Savior,
in His blood that was shed for you."
On bended knees you prayed for me,
a tear splashed down your cheek.
"Was that a tear mama?" I asked you softly.
You looked away from me.
A tender sigh escaped your lips
gathering your thoughts together...
" Yes, my little angel, tears in my heart water my prayers."
you said softly, kissing me goodnight.
That night when you prayed for me
I got down on my knees.
The moonlight danced on the wooden floors
when I asked God to save me.
Although I didn't know what to say at first,
I remember what you said.
"Pray from your heart, dear child."
you said tenderly, turning to the door to leave.
Jesus came into my life that night, dear mama!
In the darkness, I could feel you smile.
Bells rang for me in heaven!
My name written in the book of life.
So don't cry for me, dear mama,
I'm here in heaven because of you.
Jesus needs you now, for there are my brothers.
There's more work on earth for you to do.
One day when your work is over
the angels will come to carry you
safely into the arms of Jesus,
the One who loved and died for you.
Finally I told him to stop cause I can't stand to be tickled. Then I asked him...why don't you get your 
Don't be asking Jesus to make my leg fall off...he might do it!
He said but Mama you told me to cut it off so I was asking Jesus to.
I just miss you so much B.J. What I'd give if I could have you here with me but I don't want you to be sick so Mama will wait...
