Alekzander Ethan Moran

Little Angels.....
When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes 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 & 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 a 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.

Lisa Joseph May 19, 2009

Daddy, please don't look so sad,
Mama please don't cry~
"Cause I am in the arms of Jesus
and He sings me lullabies."
Please, try not to question God,
Don't think he is unkind
Don't think He sent me to you,
and then He changed his mind.
You see, I am a special child,
and I'm needed up above
I'm the special gift you gave Him,
the product of your love.
I'll always be there with you
and watch the sky at night,
Find the brightest star that's gleaming,
That's my halo's brilliant light.
You'll see me in the morning frost,
that mists your window pane.
That's me in the summer showers,
I'll be dancing in the rain.
When you feel a little breeze,
from a gentle wind that blows
That's me, I'll be there,
planting a kiss on your nose.
When you see a child playing,
and your heart feels a little tug,
That's me, I'll be there,
giving your heart a hug.
So Daddy, please don't look so sad,
Mama don't you cry.
I'm in the arms of Jesus
and He sings me lullabies.
SLEEP TIGHT LITTLE ANGEL
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Irene May 12, 2009

Angel

Thinking of you x x

Rachel Gordon (GTS Friend) May 10, 2009

An Angel Never Dies - Author Unknown

Don’t let them say I wasn’t born,
But something stopped my heart
I felt each tender squeeze you gave,
I loved you from the start.

Although my body you can’t hold,
It doesn’t mean I’m gone,
This world was worthy not of me,
God chose that I move on.

I know the pain that drowns your soul,
What you are forced to face.
You have my word, I’ll fill your arms,
Some day we will embrace.

You’ll hear “that it was meant to be”
God doesn’t make mistakes,
But that won’t soften your worst blow,
Or make your heart not ache.

I’m watching over all you do,
Another child you’ll bear,
Believe me when I say to you,
That I am always there.

There will come a time, I promise you,
When you will hold my hand,
Stroke my face, and kiss my lips,
And you’ll understand.

Although I never breathed your air,
Or gazed into your eyes,
That doesn’t mean I never “was”
An Angel never dies.

Joanne Mitchell May 10, 2009