Billie Davidson Jefferson
June 7, 1933 - Dec. 25, 2005

With Jesus



I see the decorations around the world below
Away in a Manger and scenes from long ago.
The tiny lights appear as stars, as they reflect upon the snow
What joy it is to be in heaven with Jesus this year.

I hear the many carols that people hold so dear,
But no way can these compare with the heavenly choir up here.
I can not tell you, the joy their voices bring,
It's far beyond description to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me, I know the ache inside your heart,
But remember that I love you and we are not so far apart.
So be happy for me and brush away that tear,
Because I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

The greatest gift that you can give me is knowing that we,
will all be reunited.......... and in heaven is where we'll be.
We'll lift our voices higher and sing "Amazing Grace"
Because He came to save us and willingly took our place.

Please love each other, as we were told to do,
For I can not count the blessings, that is awaiting you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away those tears,
Because I'm up in heaven with Jesus Christ this year.



I made this page as a tribute to my sister-in-law,
who God called home on Christmas Day.
She will be greatly missed by all.
Til we meet again, we will cherish her memories.

Joyce



Note:
"Amazing Grace" was one of Billie's favorite
hymns, as it is to many of us. It was sung at
her service, so I thought it appropriate to add
the lyrics.



Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now I'm found;
Was blind but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

The Lord has promised good to me;
His Word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures.

Through many dangers toils and snares
I have already come.
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home.

When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.



Words: John Newton (1715-1807)