My First Christmas in Heaven - Grandfather, C. Hobert Mills

Of all the traditions an individual can be a part of, the publishing of this column, with this poem, is one event that is my most cherished tradition during the Christmas Season. Given to my by a friend at the death of my grandfather, C. Hobert Mills, today I share the thoughts again as a ministry to all who have lost loved ones.
The memories of loved ones, family and friends, floods my mind while my heart is filled with comfort each time I reflect and read. May you too be blessed.

My First Christmas in Heaven

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 the 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.

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

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart
But I am not so far away, we really aren’t apart.

So be happy for me, dear ones, you know I hold you dear
And be glad I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above.
I sent you each a memory of my undying love.

After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do.
For I can’t count the blessing or love He has for each of you.

So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

Until then