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God made the sun, the moon, the stars.
He made this wonderful land.
And all the animals, flowers and trees
were made by His own hand.
God also made you TIMOTHY.
He made you best of all.
He couldn’t be without you.
That’s why you got His call.
We didn’t get to know you.
It would have been so great.
But we’ll think of you every year.
Upon this very date.
~Michael P. Burr, Ph.D
July/2004
| JORDAN
Tiny fingers
Tiny toes
Little fingers
Precious nose
Tip toe quietly
Soft like a feather
We miss you already
But we are still together
I will smile always
when I hear your name
Your short presence has changed
who I am forever.
~Jennifer Ginsberg
July/2004
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CLARK
God doesn’t make mistakes
But every now and again
An event happens
that makes us wonder
why bad things happen.
Clark was a boy born to early
and left life too soon.
Perhaps he was sent to remind us
how short life really is.
Or maybe to reinforce our knowledge
that God is the ultimate Master
of our time here on earth
We’ll never know why
Clark was taken.
But we can send his soul above
with the certain knowledge
that his Heavenly Father is there
to welcome him back home.
~Kelly Paradise
January 2001
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Beautiful, beloved Ellen
We celebrate your brief life,
Knowing that like an exotic flower
You bloomed and faded from our midst.
Beautiful, beloved Ellen
We celebrated your brief life.
How much promise you offered up,
God's gift to the world.
Beautiful, beloved Ellen
We celebrate your brief life,
And send you back to the other shore,
Our gift to God.
~Ellen Humphrey
May 2003
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SARA
So Pure.
A tender soul.
Real innocence
abides within.
You’ve touched many hearts
in a way no other can.
Your brief time here
was part of a master plan.
As your sweet soul traverses
its next experience,
know that you are a unique
expression of the Divine Intelligence.
Go in peace, little one,
with the comfort of knowing
there was a reason for your being,
with a purpose that is ongoing.
We bid you farewell,
never goodbye,
for we’ll meet again
at some yet unknown time.
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BEVERLY
B aby O'mine, here on earth
E ver so short,
V ery sad in your slumber,
E xpecting a place, a
R esting place all your own,
L ie quiet now.....
Y ou are home!
~Sandra Scott
July/2004
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RALPH
God looked around His garden and found an empty space.
Then He looked down upon the earth and saw your tiny face. He put His arms around you and lifted you to rest. God's Garden must be beautiful, For He only takes the best. He closed your eyes and whispered,
"Come to Me." It broke our hearts to lose you, But you did not go alone, For a part of us went with you,
the day God took you home.
~ Rev. James Dale
July/2004
| HUGH
Wings that flutter like butterflies,
full of color... radiant.
Freedom under their wings
to soar to beautiful places,
like you, darling one.
Freedom flight now belongs to you
as you soar in the beautiful blue sky
full of beauty... , like you.
~Mrs. Najah Clemmons
July 2004
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LUKE
May you fly to heaven
on the wings of a dove
where you will feel safe,
comfort and love.
You will be in a place
like you never thought
And where it is your happiness
that is sought.
~ Autumn Lisec
August/2004
| DANIELWinds of love will comfort,angel wings embracewhile gentle voice sing,songs of gentle grace.The starting of a chapter,compassionate and pure.This is only the beginning, of this you can be sure.~Brenda Dolan
January/2006
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| COLLEEN
You come here with heavy hearts.
Leave with joyous ones!
I am happy, I can play all day
Sure, and Colleen be me name.
The Angels, and fairies and leprechauns
fill this garden with laughter and song.
I’m small in stature and fit right in.
I’M NOT ALONE...I’m one of them.
I know where the rainbows come from...shhhhh....
the wee folks say its a secret, I mustn’t tell.
But we’re all family here, so listen well.
Rainbows be the colors of love,
they grow from the earth,
and are sent to the heavens above.
For love made stronger there
then sent back - for all to share.
So we have this secret, you and I
And when you smell clover, taste honey and wine
Remember me, I AM FINE.
You hear a tune, you dance a jig,
Remember me, though I’m not big.
~Linda Talcott
April 2000
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