IN REMEMBRANCE OF AMBER
One dark night, so long ago and very far away,
A baby left His heavenly home to be born on earth that
day.
Amidst the shining stars and angels glorious songs,
He left His home of love and peace,
He was gone, but not for long.
Although His Father's love was great for His only Son,
So was the Father's love great for the people on earth,
each and every one.
And thus His Son was sent to die,
So we might know Him well
all who believe will dwell.
The dawning of His life was the dawning of our peace,
Showing us the Father's love for us will never cease.
On Christmas eve many years later,
a beautiful baby lay,
In her mother's arms,
ready to leave for her heavenly home so far away.
A precious baby sent to live on earth,
as a great gift,
Entrusted by God to her parents,
who had much love to give.
Her life on earth was filled with joy and light,
her family's love was great.
Yet throughout this time,
her heavenly Father did wait.
So it was on Christmas eve,
as the world celebrates the dawning of His Son,
God our Father called home His little one.
A life so short yet sweet, created by such love.
Amber now awaits her family with her Heavenly Father
above.
With much love,
Cathy Klein
Cathy in NY from CCU
We purchased a plaque with the following poem on the first anniversary of her death.
Precious Daughter
Across the years we'll miss you,
And often times we'll cry,
If love 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
That no one could ever fill.
Author unknown
Little Angels
When God calls little children to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares 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
So He picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them and so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try
The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children, and little angels are hard to find.
--author unknown
Amber was my 4th child, and our favorite. She died in my arms, on her father's 50th birthday, 1999. She is now
singing and praising God with all the angelic choir!
Good bye, Amber. We still love you very much.
Amber's last days
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