~Poetry~

~In life we may weep at the thought of death, in death we may weep at the thought of life~
~Life is a sparkling flower, Flowing with colors from the rainbow of God, Shinning with the rays of a summer sun, But someday that flower must wither away.~

Walking with an angel, I do it every day Your guardian angel is with you, come what may.
Assigned by God, and sent to watch over you. He's with you each day, no matter what you do.
You don't believe, you don't think this is so. He guards each step you take, he wants you to know.
Ever been close to death, just one step away, Catch yourself saying, boy was I ever lucky today.
Luck didn't do it, whether you realize it or not. Protected in his arm's, the Lord has not forgot
You don't believe, you don't think this is so. He guards each step you take, he wants you to know.
More times than you know, death does knock. But your angel will protect, if you're planted firmly on the rock.
The next time you come close, take a good look around, He may be right next to you, or no where to be found.
You don't believe, you don't think this is so, He guards each step you take, he wants you to know
You may or may not see him, but he's always there Remember that the next time you miss death by a hair.
Do you need an angel, do you know where to look. All the promises are given, just read it in God's book.
You don't believe,you don't think this is so. He guards each step you take, he wants you to know
The minute you are saved, you're assigned an angel of your own. He will see you through, till God calls you home.
On that day he will step forward and take your hand, He will lead you through the gate, home to the promise land.
You don't believe, you don't think this is so. He guards each step you take, he loves you, and wants you to know.
-Poet Unknown, sent in by chet.

A Place to Rest

God looked down on your body,
So tired from hanging on,
From a life that was overwhelming you,
And wanted back His son.
So he took away the air you breathe,
And gave you what was best,
A place to be at peace,
A final place to rest.

Silent Child

My silent child our precious baby,
Close to my heart I'll keep you with me.
An important job God has for you,
There is love to give, and work to do.
He needs an angel strong but small,
To shine light on many and give love to all.
Before you go I give you this,
half my heart and one last kiss.
We'll miss you dearly that we know,
But by God you were chosen, So to heaven, you must go

I Want You to Know

A brief moment of darkness was all that I knew, before Heaven's Gate came into my view.
Loved ones and friends I had missed for many years, welcomed me with open arms and many happy tears.
All the hurt, fear and pain that I have ever known, is gone from my life, I am finally home.
I gazed upon the Lord's sweet smiling face, and for the first time in my life I knew and felt His grace.
I know that you miss me, but please dry your eyes. I will always be watching and loving you from my home in the sky.
A cool breeze on your face, a touch of light rain, I will send as a reminder that we will be reunited again.
Life on earth is but one brief moment in time, I am finally home, Eternity is mine.

Just Imagine
by Max Lucado
You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air.
The sound is high above you. A trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets? You don't know, but you want to know.
So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors are open, and people are staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the grocery store.
The Little League baseball game across the street has come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the clouds. And what they see, and what you see, has never before been seen.
As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None. From whence came the light begins to tumble a river of color spiking crystals of every hue ever seen and a million more never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of angels. They pass through the curtains one myriad at a time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky.
North. South. East. West.
Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear the cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, holy, holy. The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship.
Presently the movement stops and the trumpets are silent, leaving only the triumphant triplet: Holy, holy, holy. Between each word is a pause. With each word, a profound reverence. You hear your voice join in the chorus. You don't know why you say the words, but you know you must.
Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The angels turn, you turn, the entire world turns and there He is.
Jesus.
Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King. He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud.
He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration: I am the Alpha and the Omega.
The angels bow their heads. The elders remove their crowns. And before you is a Figure so consuming that you know, instantly you know:
Nothing else matters. Forget stock markets and school reports. Sales meetings and football games. Nothing is newsworthy.. All that mattered, matters no more.... for Christ has come. . .
This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and he asked: My child, what is your greatest wish for today?
I responded: "Lord please; take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends.They deserve it and I love them very much"
The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but Not its end.
ANGELS EXIST, but sometimes, since they don't all have wings we call them FRIENDS, SUCH AS YOU.

I am crying inside
though they drag
me with a wire
through the storm
that cracks the sky
I am quiet inside

music: Sting field of dreams ~accepting contributions of poetry~