  A Tribute to Kelsie By ~*Allison Chambers Coxsey*~  ~*The Rain*~ A gentle touch of Heaven, Of warm, soft summer rain; Falling downward from the clouds, To kiss the earth again. Each drop a sweet surrender, That slowly fades from sight; Yet in each drop is beauty, And the promise there of life. Yet as each raindrop fades from sight, Its story has yet to be told; Till we see the gift of each gentle drop, As the beauty of spring unfolds.... A tender touch of Heaven, A child's sweet, innocent love; Falling gently as the rain, A gift from the Father above. The child a unique treasure, Each one as a drop of rain; Bringing joy and beauty, And the promise of life again. Yet as that sweet life fades from sight, Its story has yet to be told; We will see the gift of love they left, As the beauty of spring unfolds.... Allison Chambers Coxsey c1999  Precious 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 loved children, Angels are hard to find. Author Unknown     
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