Rage If you see my dad in Heaven He won't be hard to find. He'll be the one to greet you first, For he's a one-of-a-kind. So if you see my Dad in heaven, Tell him I'm doing fine. Let him know how much I miss him, And I think of him most of the time. He'll be the one with the softest voice, used to widh he'd burn his feet in the devil's sand but he's probably in God's beautiful Garden, with a shovel in his hand. He'll be watching the pretty hummingbirds, A warm smile upon his face, And as he leaves to go about, he'll Be walking with strength and grace. He'll sit among the story tellers, For that's what he does best. He will tell about his life on earth Before he was called to rest. He may be playing with the children, And there sits one upon his knee Laughing and singing the games of fun, Clapping hands so joyfully. Now if you haven't found my Dad yet, He's probably kneeling by the throne, Surrounded by God's angels, Praying for his loved ones below. He wasn't famous in this world Nor did any heroic deeds. He was a strong, hard-working man, Taking care of those in need. For you see, he was my hero, Bigger than big to me. He taught me all a son should know And about the love God has for me. You know he was my hero, So will you give him a hug or two? Tell him how much I love him and I'll be seeing him someday soon. If you see my mom in heaven, She won't be hard to find. She's God's masterpiece of Motherhood. She's unique and one of a kind. So if you see my mom in heaven, Will you take care of her for me? Place a kiss upon her cheek, And hug her just for me. She'll be the one with the prettiest Smile. Her angel wings she wears with pride, And as she reaches out to greet you, You'll see the twinkle in her eyes. She'll be digging in God's flower beds, Gathering flowers as she goes. She'll pick a single flower bouquet: The beauty of God's red rose. She'll be playing with the smallest angels, Singing joyful games upon her knee, Or maybe writing words of wisdom, Or reciting a poem or three. She's with her mom and dad now, Embracing them lovingly or Visiting with her long-lost friends, Chatting so happily. She'll be God's strongest angel. No more burdens will she bear. She'll stroll about with strength and grace, Kneeling with God in prayer. You see, she was my special mom, The truest friend she was to me. She taught me all about our God And the love he had for me. She's my royal queen of mothers. She'll wear her very own crown. She'll sit and share God's golden Throne in God's beautiful Heavenly home.