The path is lined with roses
They're pure white like cleasing snow
The beauty pulls me forward
And I know it's time to go
God has called my name
I am on my way
The peace and joy are real
Just like the scriptures say
No pain or troubles follow
As God takes me by my hand
We walk through the gates of heaven
To the promise land
I'm sorry for your sorrow
And the pain of losing me
But when you see white roses
Thank God He set me free....
Jan,08
Bonnie Harding
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mystery, cloudy and waiting...If they will bring a white rose for u i will choose red roses to ensure u keep strong and alive...The poem is so simply written by a skillful writer, i love it so much friend! each of ur poem is a story that has different episode of life to think... Everyday we have one step to meet God, but to make clear let find a way to know Him better before we meet God soon...Very Well written: p