Nina Ysabelle Gamboa Cortez

When someone who was to young to die

Is taken away without a reason why

The angels sing, the angels cry

The tears that fall are not tears at all

But memories that will never die

When angels cry

There is no pain

Just a never-ending constant rain

Suffering, there is no more

Just glory and safety to all

When angels cry

The whole world knows

They gather the tears up

Like delicate petals from a rose

The scent from each one destroys all fears

When angels cry

People try to understand

How someone too young

Could be placed under the great Creator's hand

The answer to this question may never be know

When angels cry crystal tears

We glance up and have no fears

For that person who was to young to die

Is now also an angel

Singing their songs of mourning

And crying their tears of memory

Up in the sky

~Author, Witchery~

Vicki Voelker

July 28, 2009

Daddy, please don't look so sad,
Mama please don't cry~
"Cause I am in the arms of Jesus
and He sings me lullabies."
Please, try not to question God,
Don't think he is unkind
Don't think He sent me to you,
and then He changed his mind.
You see, I am a special child,
and I'm needed up above
I'm the special gift you gave Him,
the product of your love.
I'll always be there with you
and watch the sky at night,
Find the brightest star that's gleaming,
That's my halo's brilliant light.
You'll see me in the morning frost,
that mists your window pane.
That's me in the summer showers,
I'll be dancing in the rain.
When you feel a little breeze,
from a gentle wind that blows
That's me, I'll be there,
planting a kiss on your nose.
When you see a child playing,
and your heart feels a little tug,
That's me, I'll be there,
giving your heart a hug.
So Daddy, please don't look so sad,
Mama don't you cry.
I'm in the arms of Jesus
and He sings me lullabies.
SLEEP TIGHT LITTLE ANGEL
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Irene

June 30, 2009

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God’s Lent Child (girl)
“I’ll lend you for a little while
A child of mine” God said –
For you to love the while she lives
and mourn for when she’s dead.
It may be one or seven years
Or twenty two or three
But will you, till I call her back,
take care of her for me?

She’ll bring her charms to gladden you
and, should her stay be brief,
you’ll have her nicest memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she 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 throngs that crowd life’s lane
I have chosen you.
Now will you give her all your love,
nor think the labour vain,
nor hate me when I come to take
this lent child back again?

I fancied that I heard them say,
“Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done”
for all the joys thy child will bring
the risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter her with tenderness,
we’ll love her while we may,
and for the happiness we’ve known
forever grateful stay.
But, should thy Angels call for her
much sooner than we planned,
we’ll brave the grief that comes
and try to understand….

Unknown

Love Mary xxxx

Mary Thong-Garner

June 30, 2009