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MYCHA
DANIELLE

When God sends forth a tiny soul
To learn the ways of Earth,
A mother's love is waiting here
We call this wonder birth.

When God calls home a tiny soul
And stills a fleeting breath,
A father's love is waiting there--
This too is birth, not death.

Send by Uncle David and Aunt Harriet

God hath not promised
Skies of blue,
Flower-stream pathways
All our lives through;
God hath not promised
Sun with out rain,
Joy with out sorrow,
Peace without pain.

But God hath promised
Strength for the day,
Rest for the labor,
Light for the way.
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy
Undying love...

This was Forwarded to me through an e-mail. It's origin is a little girl dieing of cancer. She wanted to spread the following message.

S L O W D A N C E:
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down, Don't dance so fast
Time is short The music won't last
Do you run through each day on the fly
When you ask "How are you?"do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores running through your head?
You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast
Time is short The music won't last
Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die
'Cause you never had time to call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast
Time is short The music won't last
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....Thrown away...
Life is not a race. Do take it slower
Hear the music Before the song is over.