Dianne Soares
You've gone to a City Called Glory, so bright and so fair, when you entered the gates you cried holy, the angels all met you there, they carried you from mansion to mansion, and oh the sights that you saw, but you said I want to see Jesus, the one who died for all. Then you bowed on your knees and cried holy, holy, holy. You clapped your hands and sang glory, glory to the Son of God. When you entered the gates of that city, your loved ones, they all knew you well, they showed you down the streets of heaven, the scenes are too many to tell. You saw Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, Mark, Luke and Timothy, but you said I want to see Jesus, the one who died for me. Then you bowed on your knees and cried holy, holy, holy, you clapped your hands and sang glory, glory to the Son of God. Patty, you sang these words time and time again to comfort so many. Now may they comfort your family and friends that are missing you so very much. May they know that you are no longer suffering and that you fought the good fight, finished the course, and finished strong. We will miss you so very, very, much; our only comfort is in knowing that when you closed your eyes in death, you were ushered by our loving God into heaven. Until we meet again; Love....Tony and Dianne



