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| ~If Tears Could Build A Stairway~ If Tears could build a Stairway, and memories were a lane, I would walk right up to Heaven and Bring you back 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 in sadness and secret tears still flow, What it meant to lose you No one can ever know. But now I know you want me To mourn for you No More, To remember all the happy times Life still has much in store. Since you'll never be forgotten, I pledge to you today A hallowed place with my heart Is where you'll always stay. ~Author Unknown~ |
| I found a penny today just laying on the ground. But it's not just a penny, this little coin I've found. Found pennies come from heaven, that's what my Grandpa told me. Grandpa said, Angels always toss them down. Oh, how I loved that story. He said when an Angel misses you, they toss a penny down.. Sometimes just to cheer you up, and make a smile out of your frown. So don't just pass by that penny when you're feeling blue. It may be a penny from heaven, that an Angel's tossed to you. |
| Yesterday I heard your voice, Today that voice is still I yearn to hear it once again I know I always will. Yesterday I touched your face As you were safe in bed If I could kiss you just once more And stroke your precious head. You touched my life so briefly but the magic lingers on It goes to bed with me at twilight and wakes with me at dawn. If I live until forever till my eyes no longer see, My mind will forever remember What you were and are to me.. Author Unknown |
| The Lent Child I'll lend you for a little time, A child of mine He said, For you to love while she lives, and mourn when he is dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three. But will you till I call him back take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief, You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return. But there are lessons taught down there, I want this child to learn. I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true, And from the throngs that crowd life lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labour vain, Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again? I fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord, Thy will be done. For all the joy thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may, and for the happiness we've known, will ever grateful stay. But shall the angels call for him much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief comes and try to understand |