A MESSAGE FROM HEAVEN Perhaps you aren't ready yet to have to say good-bye... Perhaps you've thought of things you wish you'd said - - well, so have I. For one thing, I'd have told you not to worry about me I'm with the Lord in Heaven now - - you knew that's where I'd be. I'm sorry that you're feeling sad, for I'm so happy now... I've asked the Lord to ease the hurt and comfort you somehow. It's hard at the beginning, but I know you'll make it through ... I hope it helps to know that I'll be waiting here for you. author unknown |
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| Christmas in Heaven I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below with tiny lights like Heaven's stars reflecting on the snow. The sight is so spectacular please wipe away the tear for I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear but the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here. I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring for it is beyond description to hear the angels sing. I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart. for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I can't tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place Can you just imagine Christmas with our Savior face to face? I'll ask him to lift your spirit as I tell him of your love so then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above. Please let your hearts be joyful and let your spirit sing for I am spending Christmas in heaven and I'm walking with the King. by Wanda Bencke "copyright 1998" published by permission * * * * * * * * * * This is the true story as to how the poem came to be written under the Divine inspiration of our Lord. Wanda Bencke's Story "Lysandra Kay Bencke was my thirteen year old handicapped daughter. On Christmas day 1997, Lysandra had a seizure and was in a coma for five days before she died. During those five days I wrote the poem "Christmas in Heaven"." * * * * * * * * * * |
| This is a page of poems that brought me comfort during the days and months following the tragic death of my son Jacob. The first was on a Sympathy card I received from my nephew and niece John and Joy Peace. The second is used by permission of the author Wanda Bencke. Others have come from various places and people. I hope you find comfort here. |
| God's Boxes I have in my hands two boxes which God gave me to hold. He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black, And all your joys in the gold." I heeded His words, and in the two boxes both my joys and sorrows I stored, But though the gold became heavier each day, The black was as light as before. With curiousity, I opened the black. I wanted to find out why, And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole Which my sorrows had fallen out by I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud. "I wonder where my sorrows could be." He smiled a gentle smile at me. "My child, they're all here with me." I asked, "God, why give me the boxes Why the gold, and the black with the hole?" "My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings, The black is for you to let go." |
| Jesus is Lord!!! and He's coming soon! |
| The following were in e-mails I received from family and friends. |
| Mary's Lamb Mary had a little Lamb, His fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, The Lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school each day, When it wasn't against the rule. It made the children laugh and play, To have The Lamb at school. Then the rules changed one day, against the law it became, To bring The Lamb of God to school, or even speak His Name. Every day got worse and worse, and days turned into years. Instead of hearing children laugh and play, You heard them crying tears. What must we do to stop the crime, that's in our schools today? Let The Lamb come back to school, And teach our kids to PRAY. |
| If you have a poem of inspiration you would like me to add, please e-mail me. Thanks. . . |
| updated 08/07/2005 |
| LETTER FROM HEAVEN To my dearest family, somethings I'd like to say. But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above. Here, there's no more tears of sadness; Here is just eternal love. Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight. Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night. That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through, God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you. It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone. As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on." God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do. And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you. And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores put to flight, God and I are closest to you . . . . in the middle of the night. When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years, because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears. But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain. Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain. I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned. If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand. But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er. I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before. There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb; But together we can do it by taking one day at a time. It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too; That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you. If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain; Then you can say to God at night . . . . "My day was not in vain." And now I am contented . . . . that my life was worthwhile. Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile. God says: "So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low; Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go. When you're walking down the street with Me on your mind; I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind." "And when it's time for you to go . . . . from that body to be free. Remember you're not going . . . . you're coming here to Me." Author Unknown |
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| THE NEW SCHOOL PRAYER Now I sit me down in school Where praying is against the rule. For this great nation under God Finds mention of Him very odd. If Scripture now the class recites, It violates the Bill of Rights. And anytime my head I bow Becomes a federal matter now. Our hair can be purple or orange or green, That's no offense, it's the freedom scene. The law is specific, the law is precise. Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice. For praying in a plublic hall Might offend someone with no faith at all. In silence alone we must meditate. God's name is prohibited by the State. We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks, And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks. They've outlawed guns; but FIRST the Bible. To quote the Good Book makes me liable. We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen, And the unwed daddy, our Senior King. It's "inappropriated" to teach right from wrong, We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong. We can get our condoms, and birth controls, Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles. But the Ten Commandments are not allowed, No word of God must reach this crowd. It's scary here I must confess, When chaos reigns the school's a mess. So, Lord, this silent plea I make: Should I be shot, My soul please take. Author Unknown |
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