Rollins Poetry

I am home in Heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.

All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in Heaven at last.

Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade
Oh! but Jesus' love illumined
Every dark and fearful glade.

And He came Himself to meet me
In that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus' arm to lean on,
Could I have one doubt or dread.

Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still:
Try to look beyond earth's shadows,
Pray to trust our Father's Will.

There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do it now, while life remaineth-
You shall rest in Jesus' land.

When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come!

Your gentle face and patient smile
With sadness we recall
You had a kindly word for each
And died beloved by all.

The voice is mute and stilled the heart
That loved us well and true,
Ah, bitter was the trial to part
From one so good as you.

You are not forgotten loved one
Nor will you ever be
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee.

We miss you now, our hearts are sore,
As time goes by we miss you more,
Your loving smile, your gentle face,
No one can fill you vacant place.

When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above
We mortals sometime question
the wisdom of his love.
For no heartache compares with
the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to his fold.
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them
and so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows
will always "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children.
Angels are hard to find.

The Lord is my shepherd: I
shall not want. He maketh me to
lie down in green pastures: he
leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth
me in the paths of righteousness
for his name's sake. Yea, though
I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death, I will fear no
evil: for thou art with me; thy rod
and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over. Surely
goodness and mercy shall follow
me all the days of my life: and I
shall dwell in the house of the
Lord forever.