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More Of "Amy's" Poems


on a mountain high

Watching silently as the world goes by

Everything appearing so serene and peaceful

from atop this mountain so high

Turning my eyes toward the sky

I thought for sure I heard a cry

Love your brother,and your sister

were the words I heard on high

Feeling a tiny raindrop now gently raining upon my face

Thought I saw briefly the sad little face of an Angel

with a tear rolling down her face

Instantly I knew what the words were

and I myself felt the pain of this tiny Angel

The message then so clear, as to why we are here

Love your brother

Love your sister

Let us all take our turn carrying the load

For when we love, and have faith

mix it with some hope

we find charity..I accept you my sister

I accept you my brother

No load to heavy..No mountain to steep

Knowing you are there by my side

Eyes still gazing into the Heavens

I now see a little Angel blowing me kisses

The message to me was so clear

My understanding..wiped away her tears

No matter what the load

She isn't heavy..she's my sister

He isn't heavy..he's my brother

I'm right there at your side

My Brother..My Sister

The Carpenter Shop

I wish I had been His apprentice,

To see Him each morning at seven,

As He tossed His gray tunic about Him,

The Master of earth and of heaven;

When He lifted the lid of His work chest

And opened His carpenter's kit,

And looked at His chisels and augers,

And took the bright tools out of it;

When He gazed at the rising sun tinting

The dew on the opening flowers,

And He smiled as he thought of His Father

Whose love floods this fair world of ours;

When He fastened the apron about Him,

And put on His working man's cap,

And grasped the smooth haft of His hammer

To give the bent woodwork a tap,

Saying, "Lad, let us finish this ox yoke,

The farmer must finish his crop.

Oh, I wish I had been His apprentice

And worked in the Nazareth shop.


Let me be last to criticize,

Let me be first to praise

For whom I meet in these few years

May influence all their days.

Let me not fix a yoke upon the soul

within a man, But rather

lift the fetters from His spirit if I can.

Let me be late to claim my due

so other folk may live;

Let me be last to chide or blame

And first one to forgive.

Let me be last at weaving thorns

Into a painful crown; But first

to find one curcified And gently take him down

I Wish

I wish I could have seen His face

All radiant that Easter morn

A great light shining on His brow

That had been pierced by many a thorn.

I wish I could have seen His smile,

After the darkness and the gloom,

When Mary kissed His garment's hem

In wonder by the open tomb.

I wish I could have heard Him speak

There in the April garden

when He walked among the lilies

and Proclaimed eternal life for men.

But wishing is in vain, I know

So I must be content to see

The miracle recurring in

Each blossomed bud and leaf and tree

There is a warm assurance, too,

That of His love I am a part,

And that His resurrection lives

Forever in my heart.

A Garden

A garden is a lovely place

With trees and plants a bloom;

Where lilies grow and roses twine

To waft their sweet perfume.

A garden is a happy place

Where little children play;

Where songbirds sing

their hearts out In joyous roundelay.

A garden is a restful place

Where one may go in peace;

And in the quiet solitude, A garden is a chapel

With its gates swung open wide

In kindly invitation

To worship there inside.

Oh, God is in a garden

More than any place I know,

To bless the heart and soul of those

Who, seeking Him, will go


I like to walk when day is done,

Along the quiet street, See houses

large and houses small Where happy families meet.

The light from windows polished clean

Shines golden on the grass,

They seem to beam a welcome warm

To any who may pass. The mother in her

rocking chair Still sings her child to sleep,

While father reads the daily news

As children round him creep.

The smoke from chimneys rises high

Into the cool night air,

And it seems as though the nagels come

To breathe an evening prayer.

We sometimes think the world's all wrong

With so much talk of grief and strife,

But walk with me where families meet

Where happy homes hold love and life.

Seek An Angel

with an open heart and you will find one.

The way you know an angel is by your feeling.

Angels may not always come when you call them,

but they always come when you need them.

An angel is someone who helps you

believe in miracles again.

Sometimes you know angels only by

the miracles they have blossoming

in their paths after they have gone.

An angel is someone you're always happy

to bump into. An angel is someone

who raises your spirits.An angel

is someone you feel you've known forever

even though you've just met.An angel

is someone who helps you grow.

Angels make you feel welcome in this world.

Angels encourage your best qualities

and hidden talents.Angels

give you those gentle pats on the back

you sometimes need to keep going.

Angels give you direction.Angels

gently push you out of your little self

and into the broad arena of love.

Angels remind you that you are enough.

Angels help you see your life

in a better light.An angel

is someone who brings out the best in you.

For Parents

Blessed are the parents who

make their peace with spilled milk

and with mud, for of such is the kingdom

of childhood. Blessed is the parent who

engages not in the comparison of his child

with others, for precious unto each

is the rhythm of his own growth.

Blessed are the fathers and mothers

who have learned laughter, for it is the

music of the child's world. Blessed and wise

are those parents who understand

the goodness of time, for they make

it not a sword that kills growth

but a shield to protect. Blessed and mature

are they who without anger can say no,

for comforting to the child is the security

of firm decisions. Blessed is the gift

of consistency, for it is heart's

ease in childhood. Blessed are they

who accept the awkwardness of growth,

for they are aware of the constant

perilous choice between marred furnishings

and damaged personalities. Blessed

are the teachable, for knowledge brings

understanding, and understanding brings love.

Blessed are the men and women who

in the midst of the unpromising mundane,

give love, for they bestow the greatest

of all gifts to each other,

to their children, and-in an everwidening

circle-to their fellow men.

I Walk With God

I walked with God in the morning,

In the fresh new light of dawn,

While dewdrops kissed the flowers,

And caressed my greening lawn.

I walked with God in the noonday,

Neath the welcoming shade of pine,

And paused to speak my love,

In this quiet temple shrine.

I walked with God in the evening

To a spot where troubles cease,

And found in the reverent hush,

A calm and tranquil peace.

Catch A Rainbow

If I could do it just for you.

And share with you it's beauty

On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain

You could call your very own.

A place to find serenity A place

to be alone. If I could take your troubles

I would toss them in the sea.

But all these things I'm finding

are impossible for me, I cannot build

a mountain Or catch a rainbow fair

But let me be...what I know best,

A friend that's always there.

The Best Memory

Forget each kindness that you do,

As soon as you have done it.

Forget the praise that falls to you,

The moment you have won it.

Forget the slander that you hear,

Before you can repeat it.

Foget each slight, each spite,

each sneer, Wherever you may meet it.

Remember every kindness done to you,

Whatever its measure. Remember praise

by others won, And pass it on with pleasure.

Remember every promise made,

And keep it to the letter.

Remember those who lend you aid,

And be a grateful debtor.

Remember all the happiness

that Came your way in living.

Forget each worry and distress,

Be hopeful and forgiving.

Remember good, remember truth,

Remember heaven's above you.

And you will find through age and youth,

That many hearts will love you.

by Mrs.Henry True

Memories Are Golden

Well maybe that is true.

We never wanted memories

We only wanted You.

A million times we needed you;

A million times we cried.

If love alone could have saved you,

You never would have died.

In life we loved you dearly;

In death, we love you still.

In our hearts you hold a place

No one could ever fill!

Helen To Amy

We are connected My Child and I,

by an invisible cord not seen by the eye..

It't not like the cord that

connects us 'til birth.

This cord can't be seen By anyone on Earth.

This cord does its work right from the start.

It binds us together. Attached to my Heart.

I know that it's there,

Though no one can see The invisible cord

From my child and me. The strength

of this cord is hard to describe.

It can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.

It's stronger than any cord Man could create.

It withstands the test. Can hold any weight.

And though you are gone,

Though you're not here with me,

The cord is still there but no one can see.

It pulls at my heart, I am bruised,

I am sore, but this cord is my lifeline,

As never before. I am thankful

that God connects us this way

A Mother and Child Death can't take it away


Tis faith which sees the verdant spring

With trees and flowers abloom,

Despite the cold and stormy blast

And winter's death-like gloom.

Tis faith which sees in midnight's hour

A glimpse of dawning day,

And finds the rainbow's promise

sure Behind the clouds of gray.

But greater far that glorious faith

Which sees beyond all strife,

The Saviour's matchless love

which leads On through Eternal Life..

Going Home

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free.

I'm following the path God 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 joy.

A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,

Ah yes, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow,

I wish you all the sunshine of tomorrow.

My life's been full, I've savored much,

Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,

Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.

Lift up your heart and share with me,

God wanted me now.... He set me free.

by Adria Roberts

We Soldiers

of "Nam" fought for sweet spirits like Amy

In freedom to breathe eternally free,

Then time stopped with a senseless tragedy.

Enangered we said, how can that be?

As Amy's sweet spirit to heavens

blissful shore wings A Celestial choir

of angels in welcoming sings.

God give us strength to see

thine holy purpose As we join arm-in-arm

To prevent this tragedy from others

bringing harm. Bowing our heads we pray

for strength Give us thine guidance

to go to any length To make this world

a safer place to be For sweet, angelic girls

like our Amy.

Gary Jacobson


There's something in a simple hug

That always warms the heart;

It welcomes us back home

And makes it easier to part.

A hug's a way to share the joy

And sad times we go through,

Or just a way for friends to say hey

I like you 'cause you're you.

Hugs are meant for anyone

For whom we really care,

from your grandma to your neighbor,

Or a cuddly teddy bear.

A hug is an amazing thing

it's just the perfect way

To show the love we're feeling

But can't find the words to say.

It's funny how a little hug

Makes everyone feel good;

In every place and language,

It's always understood.

And hugs don't need new equipment,

Special batteries or parts

Just open up your arms

And open up your hearts.

Dear God

Please take this message

to our Loved One up above..

Tell them how much We Miss them..

and give them All Our "Love".

They bid no one a last farewell,

they said "Good-Bye" to none!

The Heavenly Gate just opened wide,

and a loving voice said "COME"!

Although their souls are now at rest,

and free from care and pain,

The World would seem like Heaven,

If we had them back again..

It broke our hearts to lose them,

but they did not go alone,

for a part of us went with them, ,p> The day God called them home!

Precious ones from us are gone,

Voices we loved are stilled,

Chairs are vacant in this home,

Which never can be filled.

God gave us strength to face it,

The courgage to meet the blow,

But what it has meant to lose them,

"No One Will Ever Know"!

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