Fluttering Angel Wings
There came a frantic knock at the doctor's office door. A knock more urgent than he had ever heard before,
"Come in, Come in," the impatient doctor said. "Come in, Come in, before you wake the dead."
In walked a frightened little girl, a child no more than nine. It was plain for all to see, she had troubles on her mind.
"Oh doctor, I beg you, please come with me. My mother is surely dying, she's as sick as she can be."
"I don't make house calls. Bring your mother here." "But she's too sick. So you must come, or she will die, I fear,"
The doctor, touched by her devotion, decided he would go. She said he would be blessed, more than he could know.
She led him to her house, where her mother lay in bed. Her mother was so very sick she couldn't raise her head.
But her eyes cried out for help and help her the doctor did. She would have died that very night had it not been for her kid.
The doctor got her fever down and she lived through the night. And morning brought the doctor signs that she would be all right.
The doctor said he had to leave but would return again by two. And later he came back to check, just like he said he'd do.
The mother praised the doctor for all the things he'd done. He told her she would have died, were it not for her little one.
"How proud you must be of your wonderful little girl. It was her pleading that made me come. She is really quite a pearl!"
"But doctor, my daughter died over three years ago. Is the picture on the wall of the little girl you know?"
The doctors legs went limp for the picture on the wall was the same little girl for whom he'd made this call.
The doctor stood motionless, for quite a little while, and then his solemn face was broken by his smile.
He was thinking of that frantic knock heard at his office door,and of the beautiful little angel that had walked across his floor.
When you hear an Angel softly whisper to you,
In the light of the day, or the darkness of the night.
When you feel the presence of an Angel caress you,
And see their beautiful wings spread in graceful flight.
When something inside you just makes you smile,
Or you feel a warmth suddenly wash over your heart.
When your dreams are beautiful and include an Angel,
As you lay with your head on your pillow, in the dark.
When you're alone, and everything is quiet around you,
Yet you can hear the sweetest lullaby being sung.
When waking up in the morning, any troubles feel lighter,
From speaking with an Angel, before a new day has begun.
Then you know I am the Angel who you can feel and hear;
Your special Angel from Heaven who will always be so near.
I'm no longer able to be here in body, but I'm with you everyday,
As my loving heart, my soul, and my spirit, will never be far away.
Angels keep the world safe for Hummingbirds, and Butterflies, and Rainbows in Spring.
God sent to me an angel.It had a broken wing.
I bent my head and wondered,"How God could do such a thing?"
When I asked the Father why He sent this child to me,
the answer was forthcoming, He said, "Listen and you'll see.
My children are all precious,and none is like the rest.
Each one to me is special and the least is as the best.
I send each one from Heaven and I place it in the care
of those who know my mercy, those with love to spare.
Sometimes I take them back again. Sometimes I let them stay.
No matter what may happen,I am never far away.
So if you find an angel and you don't know what to do,
remember, I am with you. Love is all I ask of you."
written by Paul Dammann
Guardian Angels
When Angels sense you need them, and Angels always do,
They come, unseen, from everywhere to help and comfort you.
They hover close beside you till all your cares are gone.
Till they can see you're ready once again to carry on.
Then some of them may fly away and take their gentle touch
To other hearts that need the love of Angels very much.
But one, at least, stays with you as your constant friend and guide.
For GUARDIAN ANGELS never leave. They're always at your side.
~ author unknown ~
My First Christmas In Heaven
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear
But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart.
But I am not so far away, We really aren't apart.
So be happy for me, dear ones, You know I hold you dear.
And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift from my heavenly home above.
I sent you each a memory of my undying love.
After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do.
For I can't count the blessing or love he has for each of you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
This poem was written by a 13 year old boy who died of a brain tumor
that he had battled for four years. He died on December 14, 1997.
He gave this to his mom before he died. His name was Ben.
The Dove of Peace flies from site to site,
through as many countries as possible. It does
not belong to ANY belief system. Please help make
it a line across the globe by taking it with you
to your site, by giving it to someone for their
site, by passing it on to another continent, or
to the conflict areas in the world....
The Tiny Rosebud
The Master gardener from heaven above
And from there it grew a rosebud small
That never had time to open at all.
For God in His perfect and all wise way
Chose this rose for His heavenly bouquet.
And great was the joy of this tiny rose
To be the one our Father chose.
To leave earth's gardens for one on high,
Whose roses bloom always and never die.
So while you can't see your precious rose bloom,
You know The Great Gardener from the "Upper Room"
Is watching and tending this wee rose with care,
Tenderly touching each petal so fair.
So think of your darlings with the angels above,
Secure and contented and surrounded by love.
And remember God blessed and enriched your lives too
For in dying your darling brought heaven close to you.
Author unknown
Whisper of Angel Wings
Today I stumbled and once again was lifted up by an unseen hand.
What comfort and joy that knowledge brings, for I hear the whisper of angel wings.
The guardian angels God sends to us all to bear us up when we stumble and fall.
Trust Him, my friend, and often you'll hear the whisper of angel wings hovering near.
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