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I See the Angels Mama

I see the angels, Mamma, They're hovering 'round my bed. I think they've come to comfort me And soothe my fevered head.

I see the angels, Mamma, They're filling up my room. I think they've come to calm my heart And chase away the gloom.

I see the angels, Mamma, They're dressed in brilliant white. I think they've come to ease my pain And help me through the night.

I see the angels, Mamma, They're drawing closer still. They whisper, "Child be not afraid, We've come to do God's will."

I see the angels, Mamma, They beckon with their hands. And as they bid me go with them... I finally understand.

I see the angels, Mamma, And I feel such peace and love! They're taking me to Heaven now To be with God above.

I see the angels, Mamma, O, how sweetly they do sing! My troubles seem so far away-- My soul has taken wing!

I'm with the angels, Mamma, I'm with my Lord and King! Oh grave where is thy victory? Oh, death where is thy sting?

When you see the angels, Mamma, Reach out gladly for their hand, And I'll be waiting here for you In Heavens Promised Land!!!

Angel Child

One bright summer day A lovely welcomed ray Of sunshine made its way Into our home

Our little angel child Had come for a while Bringing love and smiles We'd never known.

But she could not stay And one lonely day Slipped quitely away Back to Heaven's home.

Our tears filled the room And we wondered in our gloom If Spring would ever bloom For us again.

Our Savior must have heard For we felt assured By these loving words That came from him:

"I have seen your tears, I know your pain and fears; That's why I was pierced And died for you.

Now your Spring can come, And when your life is done You'll have your little one; I know it's true.

"Until that happy day In my care she'll stay, Blessing heaven with her ray, As only she can do.

"But please, just for now Accept my sacred vow And understand somehow That I'll also care for you."

-Joy Saunders Lundberg

The next three poems are by Michelle Greever's mother, Cindy Jo.

"MY BRIGHT EYED WONDER"

My bright eyed wonder of green~ Your smile so serene~ Your heart open wide, Nothing do you hide, From my Soul~ Touched with tears, Since the years, You have been in Heaven... But I swear since then~ And forever more~ Your bright eyed wonder, I'll eternally adore... I love you my sweet daughter, Michelle~ In God's perfect time, Together we'll dwell... Love Forever, Mother

SPIRITS

Their gentle spirits guide us They whisper in our ear "We love you Mommy and Daddy, And we're happy, oh so happy here, Please remember we love you so, We will never leave you~ We will be together always, And our love will forever grow..."

The Lord loaned you to us on that warm and sunny August morn. We knew you were, His but you were now ours to adorn. You brought so much happiness to your family and friends. And even now as you are in Heaven, our love for you never ends. You are close in our hearts, our souls and our minds, And until our vapor has ended on earth, We will await seeing you and being with you for all of time... So on this November day, as we reckon with your going Home, We know, sweet Michelle that you are forever with us, As to eternal life you have been born!! John 10:28-29

Written for Michelle, Fall 1994 Here is a poem Melissa wrote in memory of her sister when Melissa was only 12 years old, just two months after Michelle parted.

"MICHELLE"

Michelle is a person of love Michelle is a gift from above... She was born on this earth nine years ago, And God took her with no pain, no tears, sweet and mellow. She died when she was hit by a car, But I could hear her from afar... She was saying, "Don't cry, don't be sad, Please be happy for me for now I am glad! I am living in a place of gold with pearly gates and clouds and big rainbows! I am happy and you should be too, God loves me and God loves you!..."

Melissa Mae Greever Age 12

A Letter to God

She gave not a wave of her little hand Nor blew me her sweetest kiss I did not know she was leaving God, her precious love I miss

Smile down on me when you hear me cry Don't look down on me with sadness Give me the strength to live without her To cope with the emptiness and the madness

Bless You for taking her so gently As she had fought so hard to live Thank You for loaning her to me She was Your greatest gift to give

Remind her where she lived and loved Hold her often, take her hand in Your own way Reunite her with loved ones in heaven before her Reassure her her Mommy will see her again someday!

The next two poems are from Carrie Littlefield, Brandon's mommy!

Don't think of him as gone away~ His journey has just begun, Life holds so many faucets~ This earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting~ From the sorrows and the tears, In a place of warmth and comfort~ Where there are no days and years.

Think of how he must be wishing~ That we could know today, How nothing but our sadness~ Can really go away.

And think of him as living~ In the hearts of those he touched... For nothing loved is ever lost~ And he was loved so much.

JESUS HAS A ROCKING CHAIR BY ALLISON STINSON

DADDY I'M WATCHING DOWN ON YOU AND I JUST HEARD YOU SAY THAT YOU AND MOMMY LOST A BABY HOW SAD YOU WERE THAT DAY

I WANT YOU TO KNOW I LOVE YOU AND I APPRECIATE THE THOUGHT BUT IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW SO HAPPY AND I'M SO MUCH BETTER OFF

I KNOW YOU AND MOMMY WOULD CARE FOR ME AND I'D BE SURROUNDED BY LOVE BUT JUST REMEMBER I'M WATCHING YOU AND I'M WAITING FOR YOU ABOVE

I KNOW YOU AND MOMMY WANTED ME AND SO DID MY FAMILY BUT JESUS HAD A PAIR OF BABY WINGS AND HE NEEDED ME WORSE YOU SEE

FOR IF I'D COME TO THE WORLD AND TAKEN YOUR NAME I MIGHT HAVE ONLY BEEN A FAILURE AND BROUGHT YOU ONLY SHAME

BUT DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME NOW I'M SAFE AND SECURE IN HIS CARE AND JUST IN CASE MOMMY WORRIES TELL HER JESUS HAS A ROCKING CHAIR

SO KEEP SINGING AND PREACHING FOR JESUS AND SOON YOU'LL COME TO SEE ME THE FIRST THING I WANT YOU TO DO IS SING A SONG FOR ME

TELL MOMMY THAT I LOVE HER TOO AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR HER TO HOLD ME I'LL BE STANDING BY THE RIVER THERE'S NO WAY SHE CAN MISS ME

TELL MY BIG SISSY THAT I CAN'T WAIT FOR HER TO PLAY WITH ME AND UNTIL WE MEET UP HERE GIVE HER THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR ME

The next two poems were sent to me from Ju, Sydney's mommy.

Fallen Sparrow

(author unknown)

A sparrow fell, and no one heard. No body cared. It was just a bird. From all the numberless flitting throng of sparrows,who would miss one song" But God leaned down and whispered, "I care, That was one of My sparrows, and I was there."

A little girl, all sunshine and laughter, (And sometimes scolding, with kisses after!) And hurts to smooth over, and deed to applaud.... A little girl fell! Where were you, God? A little girl fell! God why weren't You there?

If you're God at all....then You could haveprevented This nightmare of pain! So you must have consented, I've always believed You Were loving and good, I'd like to believe still, if only I could.

But God, if You love me, how can You allow such unbearable pain as I'm feeling right now. Such helplessness...helplessness...bitter Regret... So many tears that have fallen and yet So many more that are still locked Inside.

Oh God...out there somewhere...have You ever cried? I'm not even sure, anymore that You are real, But if You are God...do you care how I feel?

Beloved I care in the midst of your grief. In the midst of your stricken and crumbling belief. In the midst of the blackness of total despair. in the midst of your questioning, child... I am there.

"In the midst!" Not far off in some vague fifth dimension, But there, where you are, giving you my attention.

My constant attention....and not just today, Since before you were born, I have loved you this way. You're important to Me, every hair on your head I have numbered Myself, can these tears that you shed Go uncounted.......unnoticed? Nay, child, here I stand Close enough that each teardrop falls into My hand.

I know what you suffer, I know what you'll gain, If you'll let Me walk with you into your pain. I'll carry your grief, and your sorrow I'll bear. You've only to reach out your hand....I am there.

Fear nothing for your Janet, your dear little girl. She is safe in My house, and all heaven's a whirl With the ring of her laughter, her quick eager smile, And the things she's saving to show you "after awhile" Yes, I could have prevented... but, child, you can't see, With My perfect wisdom, trust Janet to me.

Of course, you will miss her, but while you are weeping, Remember, it's only her body that's sleeping Her "self" is awake, wide awake As I said, I am God of the living, not God of the dead. She trusted Me, and My sure word comes to pass, Who believes shall not die, that included your lass.

Let Me walk with you now, through the long heavy days. Let Me slowly begin changing heartache to praise. Take hold of My hand child, take hold of My love. I will lead you to joys that you yet know not of. Your faith may be weak, and your trust incomplete, But I'll walk not too fast for your stumbling feet.

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