Heaven’s Hope, God’s Answer
“The hope of Heaven is God’s solution to sorrow.”

When sorrow wraps its aching thread
Around the heart and fills with dread,
When tears fall down like silent rain,
And prayers rise up through grief and pain

There shines a light not made by sun,
A promise sealed by God’s own Son.
Beyond the veil, beyond the night,
There waits a dawn of endless light.

The hope of Heaven—pure, divine
God’s answer through the cross and time.
No wound too deep, no loss too wide,
That grace won’t reach and love won’t guide.

A place where partings turn to song,
Where broken hearts are made strong.
Where every tear is wiped away,
And sorrow has no place to stay.

So hold on tight when trials rise,
Lift up your soul, lift up your eyes.
For Heaven waits, and love is near
God’s healing hand will dry each tear.

Rev 21:4  'He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death' or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." 

For God’s Honor and Glory 
MarkWaldrop