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 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 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.
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,
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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
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..
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.
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.
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.
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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