| Inspirational Writings |
| A Precious Moment To the mother that experienced this precious moment... A tiny tear was upon her check as she looked up into your eyes. Only God and His angels knew what waited for her on the other side. Her tiny hand reached out to you as if to say, "bye, bye." The presence of Holyness filled her room and you knew it was time for her to go. Jesus and His angels where there to take your baby home. The tear on her check was gone, A smile on her face was seen, As you watched your baby wave bye bye , as she left with the angels and our Holy King... copyright 2002 Janice G. Presson |
| Eyes Of An Angel Always be awear, for they are there... Eyes of an angel I have seen through her beautiful covering wings. Just the sight of her beautiful eyes made me immobilized. Although I might only see her once in my life, I know what I saw was an angel en route. Heaven bound she might have been, stopping long enough to be seen, just to let me know she is close by. For the eyes of an angel I have seen. copyright 2002 Janice G. Presson |
| Wings Of An Angel An angel can not fly until she spreads her wings. Oh what a glorious moment as it all begins. Sounds of rushing water fills the air, there is a stillness everywhere. All of heaven watches, the overture begins. A timeless work of art, by unseen hands. Every movement touched with grace as the dance begins. Gentle as a feather floating through the air, hands move, fingers unfold, as the message she brings is told. Wings of an angel, have opened wide, there are no boundries to subside. God has blessed me through and through. His love, He desires to give to you. copyright 2002 Janice G Presson |
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| Rising Of The Son A radiance rising above the eastern sky. This brilliance magnified beyon any degree known by man. I am captivated by this illumination. Beyond the eyes, past any human concept, to the very deepest part of my spirit and soul. Consuming waves of love, serenity and holiness covers like a blanket droped from heaven. Time seems ceaseless, weight has no measure, boundries are none. A divine freedom of my spirit and soul, even though housed within this suit of protective wear. Life becomes vibrant. Sounds of nature speacking to the universe, echoing it's own melody. Hues of an artist delight. A diminson never known possible by our intellect. We are awake, yet asleep. Alive but are dead. We see but are blind. Hear but are deaf. We speak but say nothing. Touch, yet do not feel. We love but do not partake. Time cradles between the spiritural realm and the physcial realm. Bring from, to. Hearts desires become reality. Visions become present. What was not, now is. The untouchable to touchable. From desiring to having. From lack to more than enough. From sadness to joy. Death to life. Rages to riches. Employee to employer. From taking instructions to directing. Sick to healed. Everything in life reversed. A wholeness in all things. Be caught not sleeping or you shall miss the rising of the Son. copyright 2003 Janice G. Presson |
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| There is a new day abreaking... |
| I met a gentleman the other day. We passed one another going opposite ways. Our eyes met for just a moment but then I looked away. Then I heard the gentlest hello, that I knew was directed my way. Impossible as it may seem, I have heard this same voice in my dreams. Could it possibly be? Has the angels been given orders from the one who knows all and sees? Have our foot steps been ordered to pass in this way, With the angels guiding us along the way? Our hearts desires, visions and dreams, they were all placed there by our Lord and King. Is this gentleman I passed the man of my dreams? His voice is a voice that carries my heart so tender with care. Angels I ask you not to let our paths stray but to bring our paths together and then go in the same way. copyright 10/03 Janice G Presson |
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