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"IN GOD'S HANDS"
~POETRY PAGE TWELVE~

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~111~

~TO WHERE YOU ARE~
Written and performed by:
~Josh Groban~

Who can say for certain
Maybe you're still here
I feel you all around me
Your memories so clear

Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You're still an inspiration
Can it be(?)
That you are mine, forever love
And you are watching over me from up above

Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight to see you smile
If only for awhile to know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are

Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn't faith believing
All power can't be seen

As my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me everyday
'Cause you are mine, forever love
Watching me from up above

And I believe that angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leave

Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight to see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are

I know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are

~112~

~I AM THERE~
~Iris Hesselden~

Look for me when the tide is high
And the gulls are wheeling overhead.
When the autumn wind sweeps the cloudy sky
And one by one the leaves are shed
Look for me when the trees are bare
And the stars are bright in the frosty sky.
When the morning mist hangs on the air
And shorter darker days pass by.

I am there, where the river flows
And salmon leap to a silver moon.
Where the insects hum and the tall grass grows
And sunlight warms the afternoon.
I am there in the busy street
I take your hand in the city square
In the market place where the people meet
In your quiet room - I am there.

I am the love you cannot see,
And all I ask is --- look for me.

~113~

~KEEP MY MEMORY WITH YOU~
~Allison Chambers Coxsey~

Keep my memory with you,
For memories never die;
I will be there with you,
When you look across the sky.

I will be there in the clouds,
In the birds that fill the air;
In the beauty of a fragrant rose,
You will find my memory there.

You will feel me in the tenderness,
Of a tiny baby's touch;
You will hear me if you listen,
In the twilight's gentle hush.

When your hearts are heavy,
And you feel that you are alone;
Just reach down deep inside of you,
For your heart is now my home.

I will always be with you,
I will never go away;
For I will live on in your hearts,
Forever and a day.

~114~

~PRECIOUS CHILD~
~Allison Chambers Coxsey ©2002~

Precious little child of mine,
You were my sweetest dream;
When you took your journey Home,
I wonder what was seen.

I knew the angels whispered,
From the look upon your face;
I knew that you were going,
To a restful, peaceful place.

And while my arms are empty,
My heart is filled with dreams;
Of you at peace in Heaven,
That place eyes have not seen.

So rest my child in God's safe arms,
Let angels kiss your face;
Till then, I hold you in my heart,
Till I meet you in that place.

~115~

~A PLACE WHERE CHILDREN ARE~
~Author Unknown~

What kind of place would heaven be with all its streets of gold
If all the souls that dwell up there, like yours and mine, were old?
How strange would heaven's music sound when harps began to ring,
If children were not gathered round to help the angels sing?
The children that God sends to us are only just a loan,
He knows we need their sunshine to make the house a home.
We need the inspiration of a baby's blessed smile.
He doesn't say they've come to stay, just lends them for a while.
Sometimes it takes them years to do the work for which they come.
Sometimes in just a month or two Our Father call them home.
I like to think some souls up there bear not one sinful scar.
I love to think of heaven as a place where children are.
 



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