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| A MOTHER'S PRAYER In the quiet of the night I watch you sleep. As I tuck you in and savor the gentle sounds. I glance through the window and whisper out loud.. God, have I been the Mother you wanted me to be. Have I held my children up and taught them to see. Have I shown them that love should always be shared Have I taught them compassion and reasons to care... Have I explained the values by which You want us to live. Have I taught them humility and reasons to give.. Have I shown them that life can't always be fair.. Have I taught them that You will always be there. As I glance through the window You help me to see That I am being the best mother that I can possibly be... By Christine M. Newcomer Little Angels When God calls little children to dwell with Him above, We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love. For no heartache compares with the death of one small child, Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild, Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold, So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old. God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few to make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view. Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try,The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye." So when a little child departs, we who are left behind must realize God loves children,Angels are hard to find. Author Unknown Angels come from up above.. To show us God's eternal love. They keep each of us safe from harm. They surround us with their loving arms.Just listen with open ears, They will calm each of our fears. Have you ever thought you heard, An angels soft and gentle word? Angels come from up above, To show us God's eternal love. author unknown "O, speak again, bright Angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as in winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds, and sails upon the bosom of the air." ~ William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet ~ Somebody's Angel By Charles David Heineke Some say that angels come from God, Borne here on wings snow white, To touch some human being's life While on their heavenly flight. That may be true, for so it seems To happen, now and then. Some heavenly being reaches down To touch the hearts of men. But there's another kind of gift That comes from God to men. It happens when a human heart Is filled with love again. And this can happen any time, On any given day, If human hearts will hear Love's call And let Love have its way. But human hearts are often shy, And fear what men would say. They also fail to see how Love Could use them in this way. And so they miss the chance to be Somebody's Angel when A caring word, a thoughtful deed Would've brought love back again. So listen, friend, and heed Love's call To help someone in need. Somebody's Angel, on this day, Just may be you or me. |
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