And God Said..

I said, "God, I hurt."
And God said, I know."

I said, "God, I cry a lot."
And God said, "That is why I gave you tears."

I said, "God, I am so depressed."
And God said, "That is why I gave you Sunshine."

I said, "God, life is so hard."
And God said, "That is why I gave you loved ones."

I said, "God, my loved one died."
And God said, "So did mine."

I said, "God, it is such a loss."
And God said, "I saw my son nailed to a cross."

I said, "God, but your loved one lives."
And God said, "So does yours."

I said, "God, where are they now?"
And God said, "Mine is on My right and yours is in the Light."

I said, "God, it hurts."
And God said, "I know."

- Posted on the wall at the Oklahoma City bombing site
by K. C. and Myke Kuzmic, Stockton, CA

I’m Free

Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free;
I’m following the path God has laid for me
I took His hand when I heard Him call;
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day;
To laugh, to love, to work, or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found that peace at the close of the day.

If my parting has left a void;
Then fill it with remembered joys.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss;
Oh yes, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow;
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I savored much;
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief;
Don’t lengthen it with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee;
God wanted me now; He set me free!

-Author Unknown

God saw he was getting tired,
and a cure was not to be.

So He put His arms around him
and whispered, "Come with me."

With tearful eyes we watched him
suffer and saw him fade away.

Although we loved him dearly,
we could not make him stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands laid to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn's rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night,

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Death is but crossing the world,
as friends do the seas;
they live in one another still.

-Author Unknown

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