I'm just a little person who didn't make it there;

I went straight to be with Jesus,but I'm waiting for you here.

Don't you fret about me, Mommy,I'm of all God's lambs most blessed;

I'd have loved to stay there with you,but the Shepherd knows what's best.

Many dwelling here where I live,waited years to enter in;

Struggled through a world of sorrow,and their lives were marred with sin.

So, sweet Mommy, don't you sorrow

Wipe those tears and chase the gloom

I went straight to Jesus' bosom from my mother's womb.

Thank you for the life you gave meIt was brief, but don't complain...

I have all of heaven's glory...suffered none of earthling's pain.

- by Sandi Johnson