11/06/2006 Since Bailey died I have felt guilty when i laugh or find myself enjoying something. Somehow it feels wrong, like I'm letting Bailey down. A friend told me this story.
A little boy went to heaven to be an angel. One day his mummy got to talk to him . "Are you happy in heaven?" she asked him. "Oh yes" he replied "heaven is a really wonderful place". "And do you play with all the other boys and girls?" she asked. "No" he replied "I'm too busy carrying my buckets". "But surely you must get time to play with all the toys"?, "No" said the little boy "I have to carry my buckets"." What's this all about" she asked "Can't you set your buckets down sometimes and play with all the other angel's?. The little boy looked at her sadly and said "I'm too busy, because you see when you cry mummy, I gather up all your tears in my buckets and Jesus puts them in a bottle.That's my special job and it keeps me very busy.
Comments (0) 10/06/2006 How often do I wonder
How often do I wonder
when I'm all alone at night
Are all our angels sleeping
Tucked up warm and tight
Have they played upon the clouds
That we see high above
Their innocence and beauty
Wrapped up in all our love
How often do I wonder
In the stillness of the night
Why can't our angels be here
For us to kiss goodnight.
Comments (0) 10/06/2006 A Gift From God
An Angel was sent from Heaven above
A special one that would bring much love
God knew that this precious life would be short
So he looked around for a tender heart.
He made his choice and the gift was sent
In what seemed like a moment, the angel went
Leaving treasured memories and a heart full of pain
A void, an abyss, tears flowed like rain
But.........
Wait a moment, I wish you could see
The wonderful thing thats happened to me
Jesus was waiting, His arms opened wide
And he and his angels brought me inside
Such a beautiful place I cannot describe
A new home from the moment I died.
I'll wait here for you, so dry up your tears
And go bravely on with your life free from fears
Know that Gods near you to help and to guide
He'll never desert you, he's there by your side
So speak to him daily from inside your heart
And let him assure you, we're never apart.
Comments (0) 19/05/2006 On a hill in the distance
A young boy quietly waits
Patiently he watches
For his family at the gates
His blue eyes shine so brightly
As hope swells within
For soon he'll see his loved ones
And never part again
How joyous will be the meeting
As mother holds her child
And father kisses softly
The angel-his long lost child
Once more they'll hold each other
And tears will be no more
Forever they'll be together
As they pass through heaven's door.
Comments (0) 12/05/2006 Not 'Til The Loom Is Silent
Not 'til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weavers skilful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern He has planned.
Comments (0) 01/05/2006 We thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday,
And the day before that, too.
We think of you in silence,
And often speak your name.
All we have are memories,
And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake,
With which we'll never part.
God has you in his keeping,
We have you in our hearts.
Comments (0) 01/05/2006 Mummy please don't be sad,
I miss you so much too.
It's beautiful here,
but I worry a lot about you.
I sleep with angels watching me...
there is only love up here.
I am never lonely or afraid
because God is so very near.
I walk with Jesus every day,
He is very kind and loving.
Don't worry Mum,
He holds my hand
when we cross a golden street.
I never cry or hurt myself,
I see Grandpa every day.
I play and laugh and sing a lot
and I hear you when you pray.
Please Mummy, don't be mad at God,
you see He loves me too.
And even though you are not with me,
I am really still with you.
Comments (0) 23/04/2006 Heavenly Garden
God wanders around His garden
And looks at all His flowers
He looks after every one of them
Some of which are ours.
He feeds them and He nurtures them
Every single bloom
Then sometimes in a corner
He finds a little room.
That wont do He tells himself
I'll put something there instead
Then gets down on His hands and knees
And makes a little bed.
Then He takes a look below
And examines every face
And when He thinks a flower looks tired
He takes it for that well earned place.
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