When I walk through heaven's door and I see you for the first time. I want to remember you, when you looked upon me, and smiled. The day, you took your spoon of gold. And fed me with your hand. Till all I could, was wrap my arms, and hold you, as I should. Upon my bed of roses red, within those gates of pearls. I'll run to you, with tears of joy. To speak, with words unsaid. I will hold your hand, and not let go, because your touch I crave. For all the while, upon the earth, your love, is what you gave. You walked a lonely mile, in shoes. All tattered, torn and worn. You never gave a thought of all, the times you were forlorn. In cherished hope, of what might be. You gave of all you had. Now here today, I look for you. With joy. For I'm not sad. Oh, apple of my eye, I pray. Your voice, that I will hear. To welcome you, with open arms, without a shout of fear. As angels sing and I rejoice. To know that come what may. Your name will call. You will not fall. Between us, ther...