A close friend of the family, Greg Asimakoupoulos, wrote this beautiful poem about a mom celebrating her first Easter in Heaven. It so touched my heart, I
want to share it with you this day. "Happy Easter, Mom."
HOME FOR EASTER!
Your mom went home for Easter.
Someone took her by the hand
and said “Ma'am, you are invited
to have supper with the Lamb.
“Your name’s written in this volume,”
he said pointing to a book.
“It’s the Lamb’s list of the faithful.
Step in closer. Take a look!
“Jesus died to pay your ransom
and then rose in victory
so that you could be at home here.
Don’t you love this crystal sea?”
Then a hand reached out with nail prints
beckoning your mom to come
as the Savior said, “My precious,
since your time on earth is done
won’t you sit here right beside me?
For this moment I have longed.
This is why I died to save you
and forgive you of your wrong.
“When I rose from death that Sunday,
I imagined you with me
feasting with the saints and angels
and for all eternity.”
And just then a trumpet sounded
and the Lamb approached the throne
while your mother and the others
worshiped Christ and Him alone.
That’s what Easter’s like in Heaven.
He who died now reigns in love
in a place of utmost grandeur
that your mother long dreamed of.
by Greg A.
Someone took her by the hand
and said “Ma'am, you are invited
to have supper with the Lamb.
“Your name’s written in this volume,”
he said pointing to a book.
“It’s the Lamb’s list of the faithful.
Step in closer. Take a look!
“Jesus died to pay your ransom
and then rose in victory
so that you could be at home here.
Don’t you love this crystal sea?”
Then a hand reached out with nail prints
beckoning your mom to come
as the Savior said, “My precious,
since your time on earth is done
won’t you sit here right beside me?
For this moment I have longed.
This is why I died to save you
and forgive you of your wrong.
“When I rose from death that Sunday,
I imagined you with me
feasting with the saints and angels
and for all eternity.”
And just then a trumpet sounded
and the Lamb approached the throne
while your mother and the others
worshiped Christ and Him alone.
That’s what Easter’s like in Heaven.
He who died now reigns in love
in a place of utmost grandeur
that your mother long dreamed of.
by Greg A.
