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Song playing is
"Angels Among Us"
    by Alabama
   For the Mommy and Daddy of an Angel
        The Sun and Moon and Stars Above

Up in the sky the sun shines down
  Melting your hearts into one
When darkness falls, the moonbeams glow
  With the stars twinkling at their side
It's from all the warmth and soft bathing light
           You get that special feeling
          for you know he is not alone
         he is being wrapped and cuddled
               in soft blankets of love
          from those have gone before.
So when the sun rises over the mountain
or the moon shines through your window
     remember his laughter and sweet smile
for Baby Tucker is now watching over you.

                   Love Aunt Lisa
                     May 1, 2000
The Tiny "Rosebud" God
Picked to Bloom in Heaven
By Helen Stiener Rice
The Master Gardner from Heaven
Above planted a seed in the garden of
And there it grew A rosebud so small
That it never had time to open at all
For God in his perfect and all-wise way'
Chose this rose for is Heavenly Bouquet
And great was the joy of this rose
To be the one our father chose
To leave earths garden for one on high
Where roses bloom always, and never die
So while you can't see
Your precious rose bloom
You know THE GREAT GARDENER
From the UPPER ROOM
Is watching and tending
This wee rose with care
Tenderly touching each petal so fair...
So think of your darling with the Angels
above
Secure and contented
And surrounded by love
And remember God blessed And enriched
Your lives too, for in dying your darling
Brought Heaven Closer To You!
            Little Angels
        ( Author unknown)
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 aged
to his fold...
And so he picks a rosebud before
it can grow old
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try
The saddest word that mankind
knows will always be goodbye.
So when a little child departs
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children
Little Angels are hard to find.
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