At every hearth let there be Peace at Christmas.
In every heart let there be love.
~ ~ Joan Walsh Anglund
We can often do more for other men
by trying to correct our own faults
than by trying to correct theirs.
-- Francois Fenelon
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~Believe in Angels~ They Believe in You!
(c)Angel graphic by Kitty Roach
The more I believe in Angels
The more I see them all around me
In friends, family and acquaintances
It's amazing how much goodness you can see
If only you believe.
(Sent to me by a Friend.)
Angel Friends
Some people doubt that each of us
Have angels to protect us,
Assigned by God when we were born,
To love us and direct us.
And though we cannot see them,
They're always at our side,
Companions while we're living,
And after we have died.
Angels are the guardians of hope and wonder,
the keepers of magic and dreams.
Whenever you feel lonely,
a special angel drops in for tea.
After all, we are angels in training,
all we have to do is spread our wings and fly.
(These were all sent to me by a Friend!)
Frames around my Angels were provided by
Neil Bradshaw.
An Internet Friend!
Dime Store Angel
By: PoppyK1@aol.com
It was just a Christmas angel,
That my Mom put on our tree.
She bought it at a five and dime,
When I was only three.
Each year we'd trim our Christmas tree,
With lights and ornaments.
Then Mom would always tell me,
What the angel represents.
The angels came to tell the shepherds,
Of the Christ Child's birth.
And, angels are still here with us,
To guide us here on earth.
The angel on our Christmas tree,
Was made in such a way.
That if the light inside burned out,
You just threw it away.
The light burned out when I was twelve,
The angel would not shine.
But, Mom would not throw it away,
She said it looked just fine.
She loved that little angel,
That she put upon our tree.
She said it didn't need a light,
For anyone to see.
Then I grew up, and I moved out,
To start my family.
And, I'd go home at Christmas time,
To help her trim her tree.
My wife and children went with me,
To mom's house every year.
The house was filled with love and joy,
As we shared Christmas cheer.
The kids would always say to her,
The angel is burned out.
Then, she would smile and tell them,
What the angel's all about.
She told another reason,
For it's specialty.
Your daddy picked that angel out,
When he was only three.
My mother passed away this year,
Early in the spring.
And then I had the painful task,
Of going through her things.
The beautiful old house she owned,
Was left me in her will.
We moved back in the summertime,
We feel her in it still.
Early in December,
We brought out our Christmas tree.
I went up to the attic,
Just to see what I could see.
I saw a cardboard box, with markings,
"Ornaments and stuff."
And in it was the little angel,
That she loved so much.
I brought the cardboard box downstairs,
And showed the family.
Then they persuaded me to put,
The angel on our tree.
We trimmed the tree that weekend,
And we talked of Christmas past.
Then when the tree was finally done,
The angel went on last.
Every night till Christmas,
All the lights were burning bright.
Except the little angel,
That had longed burned out her light.
Then on Christmas morning,
I arose before the rest.
I had to have my coffee,
To be at my very best.
I walked into the living room,
My coffee cup in hand.
Then what I saw, so puzzled me,
I could not understand.
I just stood in silence,
As, my eyes filled up with tears.
The little angel all aglow,
That had been dark for years.
Cowboys And Angels
On the eighth day God noticed a problem
For there below Him stood a cowboy alone ...
Stubborn and proud, reckless and loud.
God knew he'd never make it on his own.
So God looked out all over creation;
And listened as that cowboy prayed.
God took passion and thunder,
Patience and wonder. Then He sent down
The best thing that God ever made ...
Cowboys and angels, leather and lace ...
Salt of the earth meets heavenly grace.
Cowboys and angels tested and tried ...
It's a long way to heaven;
And one hell of a ride.
Nothin's changed since the dawn of creation.
For you will find them together today ...
And only heaven above them knows why she loves him.
Be he must be the reason she don't fly away!!
Cowboys and angels, leather and lace ...
Salt of the earth meets heavenly grace.
Cowboys and angels tested and tried ...
It's a long way to heaven;
And one hell of a ride.
It's a long way to heaven ...
And one hell of a ride.
(As Sung By Garth Brooks)
(© Garthart)
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