AN ANGEL IN YOUR POCKET

A CLUSTER OF PRECIOUS MEMORIES

A bud the Gardener gave us,

A cluster of precious memories

Sprayed with a million tears

Wishing God had spared you

If only for a few more years.

You left a special memory

And a sorrow too great to hold,

To us who loved and lost you

Your memory will never grow old.

Thanks for the years we had,

Thanks for the memories we shared.

We only prayed that when you left us

That you knew how much we cared.

A pure and lovely child.

He gave it to our keeping

To cherish undefiled;

And just as it was opening

To the glory of the day,

Down came the Heavenly Father

And took our bud away.

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A Heart of Gold

AFTERGLOW

I¡¯d like the memory of me

to be a happy one.

I¡¯d like to leave an afterglow

of smiles when life is done.

I¡¯d like to leave an echo

whispering softly down the ways,

Of happy times and laughing times

and bright and sunny days.

I¡¯d like the tears of those who grieve

to dry before too long,

And cherish those very special memories

to which I belong.

A heart of gold stopped beating

Working hands at rest

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best

Leaves and flowers may wither

The golden sun may set

But the hearts that loved you dearly

Are the ones that won¡¯t forget.

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ALL IS WELL

Death is nothing at all,

I have only slipped away into the next room.

I am I and you are you.

Whatever we were to each other,

That we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.

Speak to me in the easy way

Which you always used;

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed

At the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word

That it always was,

Let is be spoken without effect,

Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it is ever meant,

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolutely unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind

Because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you,

For an interval;

Somewhere very near,

Just around the corner,

All is well.

A LIFE ¨C WELL LIVED

A life ¨C well lived, is a precious gift

of hope and strength and grace

from someone who has made our

world a brighter, better place.

It¡¯s filled with moments sweet and sad,

with smiles and sometimes tears.

With friendships formed

and good times shared,

and laughter through the years.

A life ¨C well lived, is a legacy of

joy, pride and pleasure,

a loving, lasting memory

our hearts will always treasure.

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By Canon Henry Scott Holland

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AN ANGEL IN YOUR POCKET

I am a tiny angel¡­

I¡¯m smaller than your thumb;

I live in people¡¯s pockets,

That¡¯s where I have my fun.

I don¡¯t suppose you¡¯ve seen me,

I¡¯m too tiny to detect;

Though I¡¯m with you all the time,

I doubt we¡¯ve ever met.

Before I was an Angel¡­

I was a fairy in a flower;

God, Himself, hand-picked me,

And gave me angel power.

Now God has many Angels

That He trains in Angel pools;

We become His eyes, and ears, and hands¡­

We become His special tools.

And because God is so busy,

With way too much to do;

He said that my assignment

Is to keep close watch on you.

When he tucked me in your pocket,

He blessed you with Angel care;

Then told me never to leave you,

And I vowed always to be there.

An Irish Blessing

May the road rise up to meet you,

May the wind be always at your back,

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

The rains fall soft upon your fields,

And until we meet again, may you

Be gently held in the palm of God¡¯s hand.

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CANCER

¡°Cancer is so limited¡­

It cannot cripple love.

It cannot shatter hope.

Another sweet flower has withered,

A gem from the casket set free.

It cannot corrode faith.

A lamb in the fold of the Shepherd

It cannot destroy peace.

Who said: ¡°Let them come unto Me.¡±

It cannot kill friendship.

It cannot suppress memories.

It cannot invade the soul.

It cannot steal eternal life.

It cannot conquer the spirit.¡±

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Children hardly know or guess

The love their fathers can¡¯t express

With thoughts he seldom said aloud,

His heart is warm, his feeling proud.

They do not fully understand

His wisdom and his guiding hand,

They do not know each helpful word

Holds love unspoken, hope unheard.

Yet as the busy years roll past,

They come to understand at last

The worries and the fears he knew

The problem times he pulled them through.

They finally learn the full extent

Of what a father¡¯s love has meant

And realize how great it¡¯s been

To have a father just like him.

Children do not realize

Until we¡¯re fully grown, we never

Really know or understand

How wonderful our Father is,

How kind he is, how wise¡­

We simply take for granted

From day to passing day,

Each sacrifice he makes for us

In his own loving way.

But then we grow and finally learn

The way that children do,

How much his love has really meant

How thoughtful he¡¯s been too.

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Christmas In Heaven

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below

With tiny lights, like heaven¡¯s stars, reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear,

For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,

But the sound of music can¡¯t compare with the Christmas choir

up here. I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,

For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart

But I am not so far away, we really aren¡¯t apart.

So be happy for me dear ones, you know I hold you dear,

And be glad I¡¯m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift from my heaven above,

I send you each a memory of my undying love.

After all, ¡°Love¡± is the gift, more precious than pure gold.

It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do,

For I can¡¯t count the Blessing of Love He has for you.

So, have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear,

Remember, I¡¯m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

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DEAR MOM

Cry not when you think of me

For now my soul flies high and free

Take comfort in knowing there is no more pain

Encircled in the Lords arms I live again

I¡¯ll look down and love you all

But for me there is a greater call

Please don¡¯t stand at my grave and weep

Gaze to the stars and there I¡¯ll be

And someday together we will see

Our love has lasted through eternity

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It seems like only yesterday you said to put

our things away. You were always there

when we stood or fell. We¡¯d try it on our

own, and you¡¯d wish us well. As you taught

us, the more we learned our love and respect

was more than earned. You always knew

when we needed you, what was false and

what was true. You helped us out over and

over again you were wonderful as a Wife,

Mother and Friend. So special you were in

your own way. How we¡¯ll always love you,

how we¡¯ll pray that where you are, you¡¯ll

know how much we care and treasure all the

memories that we can share. ¡°Be strong and

go forward¡± you¡¯d tell us to do being ever so

grateful to have known you. We felt bad for

ourselves, but not for you. If it¡¯s what He

planned, it¡¯s what He must do. All your

cares are gone and you¡¯ll feel no pain.

The love we all shared, will forever remain.

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Death:

Understanding the Trip

No goodbye was spoken, there was none needed

There was an understood farewell

But grasping the truth at first

Was like reaching for the stars

A task that drained emotion

Not knowing what would come next - or would not

The pain was overbearing,

suffocating emotional bag

The end had come and hope had dissolved

Like the sugar in a cup of burning tea

I didn¡¯t know what to feel

Anguish or anger, sorrow or surprise

Confusion began to smother me,

like sand on a fire

But now the light of understanding is bright

The stars are closer

It is no more of a reach but right at my side

I reach for reality and truth without strain

I comprehend

With soul, mind and body

I am at peace

I see it was time

Fate took hold

But I will stay brave and forge ahead

Death came for a visit and took a companion

But I understand.

Christie S. Peterson

Deep are the memories

Precious they stay

No passing of time

Can take them away

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Firefighters Prayer

When I am called to duty, God

Wherever flames may rage

Give me strength to save some life

Whatever be its age.

Do not stay at my grave and weep,

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn¡¯s rain.

When you awake in the morning¡¯s hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there.

I did not die.

Help me embrace a little child

Before it is too late

Or save an older person

From the horror of that fate.

Enable me to be alert and

Hear the weakest shout

To quickly and efficiently

Put the fire out.

I want to fill my calling

And to give the best in me

To guard my every neighbor

And protect his property.

And if according to your will

I have to lose my life

Please bless me with your protecting hand

My children and my wife.

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