When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see.
If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things we never got to say.

I know how much you love me, as much as I love you..
And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too..
But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand..
An angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,
It seemed my place was ready - In Heaven far above,
and that I'd have to leave behind, those things I dearly love..

But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye.
For all of life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you..
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad..
I thought of all the love we shared, and how much fun we had..
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,
I'd say goodbye, then kiss you ‘til I saw that special smile..

But then I fully realized, that it could never be,
'Cause emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.
And when I thought of all those things, I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow. .
But when I walked through Heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me, From his great & golden throne,

He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you.
Today your life on Earth is past, but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
and since each day is the same day, there's no longing for the past. .
But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,

So come and take me by the hand, and share my life with me.."
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
for every time you think of me, I'll be right there
in your Heart..

Do Babies Grow Up in Heaven?

Will I know my baby when we meet again?

Will he have grown up, not be the infant that died in my arms?

Will I recognize him, be able to find him among so many others?

Or will he be a stranger to me, not knowing who I am,

or me knowing him?

Do babies grow up in heaven?

He never got his first tooth, or said his first words.

No first shoes, no Santa, no first birthday cake.

Will my son still be a baby when we meet again?

Do babies grow up in heaven?

Who sings him precious lullabies?

Who holds him close and kisses him everyday?

Who tells him constantly that they love him?

Do babies grow up in heaven?

When we next meet, will he know me?

Will he want to know me?

Will he be my son who died at three months, or a man, fully grown?

Will I have the joy of being a mother to my son for all eternity?

Do babies grow up in heaven?

Will I be able to hold him, love him, sing lullabies to him?

Will I be able to hold his tiny hand, or will it be a man's hand?

Will I ever have the joy that only holding my son can bring?

I need to know! In heaven, is my baby still a baby?