by John McKee
Rainbow Bridge
Just on this side of Heaven
Theres a place our pets go
To romp and play after they die.
Its called, Rainbow Bridge
Filled with trees, shrubs and flowers
In a garden landscaped in the sky.
The frisky pets there are happy
Playing with one another
Without ever a fight breaking out
For theyre having such fun
Playing ballchasing Frisbees
Gods Angels toss to them about.
They eagerly wait for us there,
In Gods lovely garden
Free to run without wearing a tether.
Theyve been told well come for them
When our time here is through
And well cross Rainbow Bridge together
Well run right into Heaven
Where our loved ones are waiting
Friends and family who crossed over before.
There Lord Jesus will greet us
Welcoming us to Gods Kingdom
To live blissfully with Him evermore.
Poem by: John McKee
March 14, 2005