Dear ones, I’m safe at home now,
My suffering forever past.
I know your hearts are heavy,
But hold my memory fast.
I’ve crossed the veil of sorrow.
My soul has taken flight.
I’ve reached the Heavenly Portals,
And everything’s all right.
Your love was sweet and tender,
Your caring so sublime.
You’ve helped me make the entry
To my home with God Divine.
Don’t grieve. Don’t fret or worry.
I’m safe with God at last.
Come meet me when your journey
On earth for you is past.
-Wilma E. Hitt, © 1998
The Rose Perfumes Our Way
There's a lily in your valley
And a rose that blooms for you
Tho the storm clouds thickly gather
There's a rainbow soon to view
And the lily blooms to cheer you
And the rose perfumes the air
As it's crushed it grows the sweeter
Like Sharon's Rose-so pure and rare
In the valley there are shadows
Where the light is blocked from view
And the billows roll like thunder
Clouds Be-Dim the skies of blue
But beyond the clouds and shadows
Which we face most every day
The sun still shines, the lily blooms
And the rose perfumes our way
-Wilma E. Hitt, © 2005