| Location | Palm Springs, California |
| Age | 3 months |
| Date of Birth | 12/2005 |
| Date of Death | 3/2006 |
| Visitors | 636 since 21/04/2006 |
| Creator |
When a baby dies,
it's very hard to bear,
Because that baby may have been
an answer to your prayer,
Or else, perhaps, you loved it,
because it filled a need,
Or else, because you wanted it
to grow up and succeed.
But God, who lives in heaven,
can see a sparrow fall,
And knows our every heart-wish,
and sees us, one and all.
He wants us to be happy,
but has His own needs, too,
And maybe He needs baby's love
as much as we here do.
Or maybe He has called your child
to fill a mission there,
Or render faithful service,
bringing joy beyond compare
To Father's other children,
who loved your little one
Before it came to dwell on earth
to be your daughter - son.
Who knows what heavenly purpose
awaits your little child,
Whom God has taken home to Him,
where love is simply styled?
But this much is for certain,
you'll see your child once more,
In Heavenly Father's mansion,
when God has closed the door,
And drawn the veil of human tears
for you, and those you love,
So you can be together in mansions up above.
There is no pain nor sorrow,
if you have done your part
To be found worthy of His love
who holds you in His heart.
Let God become your partner,
your comfort, guide and stay,
And let the Savior of the World
help take your grief away.
Look forward to tomorrow,
and to that heavenly place,
Where God, the Father, and the Son
will bless you with their grace,
And where your little baby
awaits your 'coming home,'
To bless it with your loving care
beneath that heavenly dome
Which covers your own mansion
awaiting for you there,
Where Springtime is forever,
and skies are always fair
Angel Castle in the sky
Way up in heavens garden
There's a magical castle in the sky
Where god places our little angels,
And teaches them to fly
The girls become sweet princesses,
And dance the day away
The boys are charming prince's
In this wondrous land of play
The castle is made of lollipops
And of all things that are sweet
There's a river made of angels tears,
For them to dip their tiny feet,
The angel tears are not tears of sadness.
They are tears of joy
To see such sights is happiness
For the chosen Angel girl or boy
For as you know, not all angels
Are picked to grace this castle in the sky
Only the tiny cherub prince's and princesses,
And here's the reason why
God has a place for all he takes
And puts them where they he deems
The little cherubs need a world of play
A land filled full of dreams
A place where they can play all day
And slide down rainbows so bright
swing from the stars if they desire
Then light the star lamps up at night
Its now they huddle close together
And some may take a snooze
Only if they wish to
Its up to them to choose
The ones that are not asleep
Are sending down their love
To you, direct from moon beams
They guide from up above
So be happy for your special cherub
From the soft clouds they will never fall
For anything good that they may wish for
Comes true here, anything at all
Its in the castle they will stay
with angels of their kind
until its their turn to open the castle gate
and its their mummy that they find
The only thing that they must do then
whilst waving goodbye to angel friends
Is walk to paradise with mummy
Just beyond the rainbows end.
written by Natasha Wright xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
god bless you little prince , my thoughts are with your family xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
for baby Steven x
ANGEL IN THE CLOUDS
Imagine if you would, the clouds floating by,
They are not really clouds, but angels in the sky.
With beautiful smiles upon all of their lips,
They drink from the fountain of life with refreshing sips.
And imagine the glows on each smiling face,
Because there is no hatred up there not even a trace.
They have golden halos atop glimmering hair,
Plucking stars from the heavens to use for their chairs.
They wear gowns made of stardust trimmed in silver and gold,
Each one is ageless living in a home where they never grow old.
Do not be surprised when the clouds are not clouds any more,
But the angels sent by Jesus to hold open heavens door.
Smiling as they say, "Jesus wants you to come in,"
"He loves you so much He died for your sins."
Are you looking at the clouds as they slowly float by?
Hey!Those aren't really clouds, they're angels in the sky!
By Martha Carr
god bles you little one x
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