He Only Knows Love

In my mind I see him running through streets of gold.
I can hear him laughing at stories that are told.
I know he's with me, wherever I go.
I know he's waiting for my Father to call me Home.
He keeps the angels busy, running all about.
In my heart I know he's living, there isn't any doubt.
He listens to the stories of Jonah and his whale,
And Noah and his animals, and how they set sail.
There isn't any sadness in his Home above.
He doesn't know pain, he only knows love.

by: Tiffany Roush
copyright 2001
(Please do NOT copy w/out my permission!)

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I Am Still His Mother

In a baby castle, just beyond my eye
My baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy.
Who am I to wish him back into this world of strife?
No, play on my baby, you have eternal life.
At night when all is silent and sleep forsakes my eyes,
I'll hear his tiny footsteps come running to my side.
His little hands caress me so tenderly and sweet,
I'll breath a prayer and close my eyes and embrace him in my sleep
Now I have a treasure I rate above all other,
I have known true glory~I am still his mother.

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The Cord

We are connected, my child and I.
By an invisible cord not seen by the eye.
It�s not like the cord that connects us til birth.
This cord can�t be seen by any on earth.
This cord does its work right from the start
It binds us together attached at the heart.
I know that it�s there. Though no one can see
The invisible cord from my child to me.
The strength of this cord is hard to describe
It can�t be destroyed, it can�t be denied.
It�s stronger than any cord man could create
It withstands any test, can hold any weight.
And though you are gone, and not here with me
The cord is still there, though no one can see.
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised, I am sore.
But this cord is my lifeline like never before.
I am thankful that God connects us this way.
A mother and her child, death cannot take it away.

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Dearest Mommy

When you wonder the meaning of life and love
Know that I am with you
Close your eyes and feel me kissing you
In the gentle breeze across your cheek
When you begin to doubt that you shall ever see me again
Quiet your mind and hear me
I am in the whisper of the heavens
Speaking of your love
When you lose your identity
When you question who you are and where you are going
Open your heart and see me
I am the twinkle in the stars smiling down upon you
Lighting the path for your journey
When you awaken each morning not remembering your dreams
But feeling content and serene
Know that I was with you
Filling your nights with thoughts of me
When you linger in the remnant pain
Wholeness seeming so unfamiliar
Think of me
Know that I am with you
Touching you through shared tears of a gentle friend
Easing the pain
As the sunrise illuminates the desert sky
In that breathtaking brilliance, awaken your spirit
Think of our time together, all too brief, but ever brilliant
When you were certain of us together
When you were certain of your destiny
Know that God created that moment in time
Just for us
I am with you always.

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Men Do Cry

I heard quite often "men don't cry"
though no one ever told me why
So when I fell and skinned a knee,
no one came by to comfort me.
And when some bully-boy at school
would pull a prank so mean and cruel
I'd quickly learn to turn and quip,
"It doesn't hurt," and bite my lip.
So as I grew to reasoned years,
I learned to stifle my tears.
Though "Be a big boy" it began,
quite soon I learned to "Be a man."
And I could play that stoic role
while storm and tempest wracked my soul.
No pain or setback could there be
could wrest one single tear from me.
Then one long night I stood nearby
and helplessly watched my son die.
And quickly found, to my suprise,
that all that tearless talk was lies.
And still I cry, and have no shame,
I can not play that "big boy" game.
And openly, without remorse,
I let my sorrow take its course.
So those of you who can't abide
a man you've seen who's often cried,
reach out to him with all your heart
as one whose life's been torn apart.
For men Do cry when they can see
their loss of immortality.
And tears will come in endless streams
when mindless fate destroys their dreams.

By Ken Falk

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Cry Out to Jesus

To everyone who's lost someone they love
Long before it was their time
You feel like the days you had were not enough
when you said goodbye

And to all of the people with burdens and pains
Keeping you back from your life
You believe that there's nothing and
there is no one who can make it right

There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
Love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He'll meet you wherever you are
Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus

When you're lonely
And it feels like the
whole world is falling on you
You just reach out,
you just cry out to Jesus
Cry to Jesus

~Third Day

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