Our Precious Angel

This page is dedicated to the memory of a precious little angel, Lindsay Marie Cobb. She was born February 14, 1992 and she went to be with Jesus December 9, 1998. We miss her so much, and always will.

Don't think of her as gone away, her journey's just begun. Life hold so many facets, this earth is only one.

Just think of her as resting from the sorrows and the tears, in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years.

Think how she must be wishing that we could know today, how nothing but our sadness can really pass away.

And think of her as living in the hearts of those she touched, for nothing loved is ever lost and she was loved so much.

~ 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 loves children, Angels are hard to find.

~ Author Unknown ~

A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam. And for a brief moment it's glory and beauty belong to our world.

But then it flies on again and though we wish it could have stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it.

author unknown ~ The Clock of Life ~

The Clock of Life is wound but once, And no one has the power to tell, just when the hands will stop at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, Love, Toil with a will. Place no faith in tomorrow, for the clock may then be still. ~ Author Unknown ~