By Loretta H. Welch, 1959
I’m sure there are flowers in Heaven
Since Carrie’s living there
For she who loved much beauty
Would plant them everywhere.
I know there must be laughter
For one so young in heart,
Could never live in sadness
Or have in it a part.
The angels’ robes must be finer
With no shades cold or white
She’d want them warm in color,
And set with jewels bright.
I hope there are plays and music
And many things to read,
And perhaps a bit of misfortune
So she could help someone in need.
If God holds service in Heaven
I know she’s right in her chair.
She seldom missed one here on earth
So why would she miss one there?
We miss her presence here with us,
But we know her pain has eased.
We can stand the sorrow in our hearts
When we know her cares have ceased.
Some day again we’ll meet her,
When we join that heavenly band,
What a joy to stand beside her
And clasp her outstretched hand!
I can see her smile of welcome,
And her eagerness to share,
Her new found peace in Heaven
As she stands waiting for us – there.