The saddest word man knows will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs, those who are left behind,
Must realize that God loves children, and Angels are so hard to find.
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 so He only takes a few,
To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try,
The saddest word man knows will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs, those who are left behind,
Must realize that God loves children, and Angels are so hard to find.
"I'll lend to you a little time, a child of mine," He said, "For you to love the time she lives, and mourn when she is dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three, But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me? She'll bring her charm to gladden you, and should her stay be brief, You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise she will stay, since all from Earth return, But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. I've looked the whole wide world over in search for teachers true. And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love and not think the labor vain, Nor hate me when I come to call, to take her back again?" I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done. For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter her with tenderness, we'll love her while we may, And for the happiness we've known will ever grateful stay, But should your Angels call for her much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand!"
~Author Unknown~
To my dearest family,
I have some things I'd like to say.
But first of all, to let you know that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from Heaven, I dwell with God above.
There's no more tears of sadness, just eternal love.
Please don't be unhappy because I'm out of sight,
Remember that I'm with you morning, noon, and night.
The day came when I had to leave you and God said my life on Earth was through.
God picked me up and hugged me and said, "I Welcome you,
It's so good to have you back, you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man." God gave me a list of things that he wished for me to do, and foremost on the list was to watch and care for you.
When you lie in bed each night, the days chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you in the middle of the night.
When you think of my short time on Earth and those few loving years,
Because you're only human they're bound to bring you tears.
But don't be afraid to cry, cause it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned,
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
One thing is for certain, though my life on Earth is over.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.
There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb,
But together we can do it, by taking it one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like for it to be yours too,
To give unto the world, and the world will give to you.
If you help someone who's in sorrow and pain,
Then you can say to God at night..."My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented that my life was worthwhile,
Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile.
So If you meet someone who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick them up as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street and you've got me on your mind,
just remember I'm walking in your footsteps only a half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go, from that body to be free,
Remember you're not going.... You're coming here to me.
by Jennette Miller
Last night while I was trying to sleep,
My Daughter's voice I did hear.
I opened my eyes and looked around,
But she just did not appear.
She said:"Mom you've got to listen,
You've got to understand.
God didn't take me from you, mom,
He only took my hand.
When I called out in pain that day,
The instant that I died.
He reached down and took my hand,
And pulled me to His side.
He pulled me up and saved me,
From the misery and pain.
My body was hurt so badly inside,
I could never be the same.
My search is really over now,
I've found happiness within.
All the answers to my dreams,
And all that might have been.
I love you all and miss you so,
And I'll always be nearby.
My body's gone forever,
But my spirit will never die!
And so, you must all go on now,
Live one day at a time.
Just try to understand,
God didn't take me from you,
He only took my hand.
A little girl, all sunshine and laughter,
(And sometimes scolding, with kisses after!)
And hurts to smooth over, and deed to applaud....
A little girl fell! Where were you, God?
A little girl fell! God why weren't You there?
If you're God at all....then You could have prevented
This nightmare of pain! So you must have consented,
I've always believed You Were loving and good,
I'd like to believe still, if only I could.
But God, if You love me, how can You allow
such unbearable pain as I'm feeling right now.
Such helplessness...helplessness...bitter Regret...
So many tears that have fallen and yet
So many more that are still locked Inside.
Oh God...out there somewhere...have You ever cried?
I'm not even sure, anymore that You are real,
But if You are God...do you care how I feel?
Beloved I care in the midst of your grief.
In the midst of your stricken and crumbling belief.
In the midst of the blackness of total despair.
in the midst of your questioning, child... I am there.
"In the midst!" Not far off in some vague fifth dimension,
But there, where you are, giving you my attention.
My constant attention....and not just today,
Since before you were born, I have loved you this way.
You're important to Me, every hair on your head
I have numbered Myself, can these tears that you shed
Go uncounted.......unnoticed? Nay, child, here I stand
Close enough that each teardrop falls into My hand.
I know what you suffer, I know what you'll gain,
If you'll let Me walk with you into your pain.
I'll carry your grief, and your sorrow I'll bear.
You've only to reach out your hand....I am there.
Fear nothing for your Natalie, your dear little girl.
She is safe in My house, and all heaven's a whirl
With the ring of her laughter, her quick eager smile,
And the things she's saving to show you "after awhile"
Yes, I could have prevented... but, child, you can't see,
With My perfect wisdom, trust Natalie to me.
Of course, you will miss her, but while you are weeping,
Remember, it's only her body that's sleeping
Her "self" is awake, wide awake As I said,
I am God of the living, not God of the dead.
She trusted Me, and My sure word comes to pass,
Who believes shall not die, that included your lass.
Let Me walk with you now, through the long heavy days.
Let Me slowly begin changing heartache to praise.
Take hold of My hand child, take hold of My love.
I will lead you to joys that you yet know not of.
Your faith may be weak, and your trust incomplete,
But I'll walk not too fast for your stumbling feet.
