There’s a Rose that blooms in Heaven,
The object of God’s love.
She’s the one who’s gone before us,
She blooms in heaven above.

God says there are no tears in heaven.
They’ve all been wiped away,
And the One who’s gone before us,
Has given a brand new day.

They say there is much joy in heaven,
For loved ones who are there,
With joy await the day they’ll see,
Dear loved ones, oh so fair.

And on that Day we too will sing,
With angels from above.
It’s the Song of our Redeemer,
The object of our love.

My mother loved yellow roses. I believe she is blooming in heaven today emitting the sweet fragrance of Jesus.

“I am the Resurrection and the Life. Those who believe in me, even though they die like everyone else, will live again. John 11:25-26 NLT