Pennies From Heaven
I found a penny today
Just lying on the ground
But it’s not just a penny
This little coin I’ve found
That’ what my grandpa told me
He said angels toss them down
Oh, how I loved that story
He said when an angel misses you
They toss a penny down
Sometimes just to cheer you up
Make a smile out of your frown
So don’t pass by that penny
When you’re feeling blue
It may be a penny from heaven
That an angel’s tossed to you!
~ Author Unknown ~
A Million Times
A million times I’ve wanted to talk to you;
A million times I’ve cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
That no one else can fill.
The Golden Gate stood open
He saw you needed rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
For He only takes the best!
~ Author Unknown ~
My Child’s Name
The mention of my child’s name
may bring tears to my eyes,
but it never fails to bring music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
let me hear the beautiful music of his name.
It soothes my broken heart
and sings to my soul.
~ Author Unknown ~
The Rose
God gave me a Rose for my garden,I planted it in the sun.
I fed, watered and protected it,
It was admired by everyone.
It grew up strong and healthy,
And just when the buds did form.
A thief in the night stole my beautiful rose,
And left me all forlorn.
I wanted to see it blossom,
And now it never will.
All I have left is a thorn in my heart
And an emptiness no one can fill.
~ Author Unknown ~
God’s Lent Child
I’ll lend you for a little while,
a child of mine, God said.
For you to love the while he lives,
and mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven years,
or forty-two or three.
But will you, till I call him back,
take care of him for me?
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you,
and should his stay be brief,
You’ll always have his memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught below
I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked the whole world over
in My search for teachers true,
And from the folk that crowd life’s lane,
I have selected you.
Now, will you give him all your love,
and not think the labor vain?
Nor hate Me when I come to call
this lent child back again?
I answered to the Lord,
Dear God, thy will be done.
For all the joys this child shall bring,
the risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter him with tenderness,
we’ll love him while we may.
For all the happiness we’ll know,
we’ll ever grateful stay.
So, should your angels call him back
much sooner than we’ve planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes,
and try to understand.
~ Author Unknown ~
