God looked around his garden,
And saw an empty space.
Then he looked down here on earth,
And saw your loving face.

He put his arms around you,
And lifted you to rest.
His garden must beautiful,
Because he only picks the best.

A million times we'll miss you,
A million times we'll cry.
If love could have saved you,
You never would have died.

In life we loved you dearly,
In death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a special place,
No one could ever fill.

It broke our hearts to loose you,
But you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you,
The day God took you home.

O precious, tiny, sweet little one,
You will always be to me
So perfect, pure and innocent
Just as you were meant to be;
We dreamed of you and your life
And all that it would be,
We waited and longed for you to come
And join our family.
We never had the chance to play,
To laugh, to rock, to wiggle,
We long to hold you, touch you now
And listen to you giggle.
I'll always be your Mom,
He'll always be your Dad,
You will always be our child
The child that we had.
But now you're gone...
But yet, you're here,
We'll sense you everywhere;
You are our sorrow and our joy
There's love in every tear.
Just know our love goes deep and strong
We'll forget you never,
The child we had, but never had
And yet will have forever.

I see the countless Christmas trees
around the world below;
With tiny lights like Heaven's stars
reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular
please wipe away that tear;
For I am spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs
that people hold so dear;
But the sounds of music can't compare
with the Christmas choir up here.

For I have no words to tell you
the joy their voices bring;
It is beyond description
to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me,
but please remember dear,
That I am spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.

I cannot tell you of the splendor
of the peace inside this place;
Can you just imagine Christmas
with Our Savior, face to face?

I will ask Him to light your spirit
as I tell Him of your love;
So pray for one another
as you lift your eyes above.

Please let your hearts be joyful
and let your spirit sing;
For I spending Christmas in Heaven
And walking with the King !

The Master walked in His garden
Plucking flowers along the way;
He plucked one of my loved ones,
To add to his bouquet.

My heart at first was broken,
At the loss of one so dear;
But the tears I shed just washed my eyes,
So I saw His way more clear.

My Lord has a need for just this one,
For the pattern He has in mind;
But it's hard for the rest of us to see
Why we must be left behind.

Perhaps we are not ready to go just yet
We may need to ripen more
To reach the full blown fragrance
My Lord is waiting for.

To each, give forth a fragrance
To each we chance to meet
We should each be trying day by day
To make our fragrance sweet.

So I'm going to try my very best
To be loving and kind each day,
So at last I'll be counted worthy
To be part of my Master's Bouquet.