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| FOREVER OUR SONS A year has gone by Did you know they turned one? Although you can't see them They're still our sons. It's wintertime again They would have had such fun Although you can't touch them They're still our sons. By now they'd be walking With one another they'd run Although you can't hear them They're still our sons. We carry them with us They're lives are not done Each day our hearts feel them Forever, Our Sons |
| In The Palm of God's Hand You are standing in a storm There is trouble all around. The wind is raging and waves are crashing That threaten to knock you down. But you are anchored to The Rock So the waves just hit the sand Your life is firmly planted In the Palm of God's Mighty Hand. He holds you there and shelters you 'Til the storm has all passed by Then He gives you strength and hope and love And wings like an eagle to fly. So when you are in a storm Don't question, "Oh, Lord, Why?" Just rest in the Palm of His Hand 'Til He gives you the wings to fly. |
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| Pennies From Heaven I found a penny today Just laying on the ground But it's not just a penny This little coin I've found. Found pennies come from heaven That's 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 To 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. |
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| You Are Always With Me My body swollen from pregnancy, yet you're not in my arms. My breasts aching for you, yet you have no hunger. My arms waiting for you, yet you wait for me. My heart crying fo ryou, yet you have no tears. You are there in my heart. In the memories of our pregnancy, in the moments I'm quiet, when I feel the suns warmth, when the water of life revives me, in the song of the nightingale, I hear your voice. |
| NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER We give you this one thought to keep-- We are with you still--we do not sleep. We are a thousand winds that blow, We are the diamond glints on snow, We are the sunlight on ripened grain, We are the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, We are the swift, uplifting rush Of quite birds in circled flight. We are the soft stars that shine at night.. Do not think of me as gone-- We are with you still--in each new dawn. |