Steve Hill
If roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in their mother’s arms and tell her they are from me. I know they will miss her and when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her check and hold her for a while.
Because remembering her will be easy,
They do it every day,
But there’s an ache within their heart
That will never go away.
She is so loved and missed – but we know she is happy to be with her Lord,
For now, we know she is with her precious Jesus, her just reward.
