"He Only
Took My Hand"
Last night while
I was trying to sleep;
My daughter’s voice I did hear.
I opened my eyes and looked around
But she 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 night,
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 empty dreams
and all that might have been.
I love you so 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 go on now,
Live one day at a time.
Just understand-
God did not take me from you,
He only took my hand.”
~unknown~
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There will come
a day
There will come
a day
when the tears of sorrow
will softly flow into
tears of remembrance...
and your heart will begin
to heal itself...and grieving
will be interrupted by episodes
of joy...and you will hear
the whisper of hope.
There will come a day
when you will welcome the
tears of remembrance...
as a sunflower of the soul...
a turning of the tide...
a promise of peace.
There will come a day
when you will..
risk loving...
go on believing...
and treasure the
tears of remembering.
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Her Heart and
Mine
It sounds so
fun, driving around in the sun.
She was so innocent, young, and sweet.
She had the world right at her feet.
Who would have known that she would die,
leaving everyone she touched
to grieve and to cry?
Into the car she got so fast,
She didn't know that today was her last.
It all came up to fast for sight,
But she didn't give up without a fight.
Her funeral was the saddest day of my entire life.
Reality cut through me like a knife.
In another place in another time,
Her heart and mine are still intertwined...
~Love Brittany~
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Don't Cry For
Me
Do not stand
at my grave and weep;
I am not here, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken
in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft
star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not here, I did not die.
Author Unknown