Cut the fur tree branches low and set them upon the ground below. All the time the angles sing “Hallelujah!!!”. As the branches are set on my front door and the dust is swept to the sides no more. The angles still are singing in baritone “Hallelujah”. My mother’s death will come no more as we carried her body to the grave below. And all the time the angles sing “Hallelujah”. It is placed right there by her husband’s side with continual exaltations from on high “Hallelujah”. Although the miles seem so far away and the land we lived in, has been barred for us this day, we cry out all the more “Hallelujah”!!! You died upon your birthday date and now you sit near Abraham’s breast and all we can sing is “Hallelujah”. We know you are at your Savior’s side walking with Him all dressed in white to stand there at your husband’s side “Hallelujah” and all of heaven singing as a minuet “Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah”. The time will come and we will meet you there at Jesus’ feet do not despair, but for now I cannot conceal the joy I feel, because all I can do is sing “Hallelujah…Hallelujah... to the Lamb our GOD all three are one, raised on high to exalt the Son. Let the heavens resound in a reverent roar “Hallelujah!!!”.