Mom

I dreamed of you last night...
You stretched out your arms and hugged me tight.
And just for moment there it seemed
That your touch was real, not just a dream.
I had talked to God just hours before
And told Him "Lord, there is nothing more
That could satisfy or comfort me
Than for my Mother's face to see".
God heard my prayer and through His grace
Mom, I looked upon your face.
I felt your hug, your love, your touch...
The very things I needed so much.
There is a void in my life still...
A place that no one else can fill.
But precious memories I have of you...
And I have God to lean on too.
So Mom, until that glorious day
We walk hand in hand in Heaven I'll pray
That once again through God's loving grace
I'll feel your touch and see your face.

Today God Called You Home

Today God called you home Extended his arms & opened Heaven's Door
I never knew emptiness Nor have I ever cried like this before
I know your one of Heaven's Angels
And all I have to do is look above
You're in a happier place now
No pain, no sadness…just eternal love
You're no longer suffering
Your work on Earth is done
God called you home
A new life in Heaven has begun
But here on Earth
There's a new star in the sky
Shining with your spirit
To keep your memory alive
You're one of Heaven's Angels now
You'll always be with me…near or far
And when I need your guidance
I'll look above to that shining star
In my heart
You'll always hold a special place
That no one else Could ever replace
If only I could have That shining star again to touch
Just to let you know How I love you so much!
But I don't have to tell you
For you have always known
You're one of Heaven's Angels now
For When God calls me home

The Rose (death of faith)

The rose cries for her Petals droop towards the ground;
They begin to fall.
She cries intense tears
All behind closed doors; Music blares on.
The rose looks longingly at her Wishing somehow to speak,
To speak only, "I love you."
She kneels and prays hard To a God who has forsaken her;
She trembles uncontrollably.
The rose reaches out silently But sees no response.
Relunctantly she closes her petals.
Softly she renounces her faith --
A faith in someone cruel And nonexistent.
The rose stands strong With the strength the girl possesses not.
Slowly the rose sleeps.

Holy Mary

From the very first moment of your existence you came for us a source of Joy,
since God Our Father chose you to be the Mother of our Lord Jesus Christ our Saviour and Redeemer
bring to completion our joy through your constant guidance help us throughout our life so that we may truly love God above all things and that we may also love one another as your Son Our Lord Jesus Christ did so that united in His love we may be saved Amen