The music will play and they will call me up front
I'll exit my seat and wobble and shake my way
The pictures will flash on the screen
And I'll search the families for mine
I'll hear them before I see them
Everyone will shout and call my name -
Everyone but you.
God ordained that before I was called on stage
Heaven would call to you.
Maybe you watch from above
Or maybe you're too busy praising
But I would hope that for an instant
I would feel your pride in me blazing
That in my floral summer dress
And the curls I worked to perfect
I would hear you saying
That phrase I so often miss
That I get prettier and prettier
Everytime you see me,
But mostly, that you see me.
And as I sense your absense
In the pictures that we take
I pray I would feel your love
Like a hug with your heartbeat
Against my face.
I am not one to argue
With the sovereignty of God
Over my 17 years he has taught me
That when life seemed unpredictable,
He was always in control.
But the love that stirs within me
Begs me to not neglect
I owe you a tearful hug
And you owe me a "congratulations"
For sticking to the end.
Who knew that a cheesy greeting card
And a toothy smile
And a simple phrase
Could carry so much weight?
Here on earth these are so heavy
But heaven has no weight
There you have all you need
So while I bear this burden of
Everything I miss,
I'll keep in mind that while you are far away,
You are near.
Your words remain in my head
And your smile is permanently etched
In my mind's sphere.
The greatest blessing you ever gave me
I'll have on that expected day:
I'll put on both cap and gown
And the taste of heaven that is your memory
And remember that heaven has no weight.