The
Mention of Her Name
The mention
of my child's name
May
bring tears to my eyes,
But
it never fails to bring
Music
to my ears.
If you
really are my friend,
Let
me hear the beautiful music of her name.
It soothes
my broken heart,
and
sings to my soul.
~ author unknown
If tears could build a stairway,
and memories were a lane,
I would walk right up to Heaven
to bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken,
No time to say good-bye.
You were gone before I knew
it,
and only God knows why.
My heart still aches with
sadness,
and secret tears still flow.
What it meant to lose you,
no one will ever know.
~ author unknown
If I could have a lifetime
wish
A dream that would come true,
I'd pray to God with all my
heart for yesterday, and you.
A thousand words can't bring
you back,
I know because I have tried.
And neither will a million
tears,
I know because I have cried.
You left behind my broken
heart
and happy memories too.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
~ author unknown
God's Garden
God looked around His garden
and saw an empty space.
He looked down from Heaven
and saw your smiling face.
He put His arms around you
and whispered come to rest.
His garden must be beautiful,
He only picks the very best.
It broke our hearts to lose
you,
a million times we cried,
And if our loved could have
saved you,
You never would have died.
~author unknown
Do Not Stand At My Grave
Do not stand at my grave and
weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am the thousand winds that
blow,
I am the diamond glint on
snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened
grain,
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
I am the shining star at night,
When you awake to the morning
light.
My time has come, I am at rest,
I am the sunset in the west,
I am the clouds that race
above,
Where I watch over those I
love.
Do not stand at my grave and
cry,
I am not there, I did not
die.
So, here the words that here
I say,
I am the love that guides
your way.
~ author unknown
Little Angels
When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above,
we mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare
with the death of one small
child
who does so much to make our
world,
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling,
the age to his fold,
so he picks a rosebud,
before we can grow old.
God knows how much we need
them,
and so He takes but few,
to make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult,
still somehow we must try,
the saddest word that mankind
knows
will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little one departs,
we are who left behind,
must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.
~ author unknown
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