If Tears Could Build A Stairway
If tears could build a stairway
and memories were a lane,
We would walk right up to Heaven,
and bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken
no time to say goodbye,
you were gone before we knew it
and only God knows why.
Our hearts still ache in sadness
and secret tears still flow,
what it meant to lose you
no one will ever know.
But now we know you want us
to mourn for you no more,
to remember all the happy times
life still has much in store.
Since you'll never be forgotten
we pledge to you today,
a cherished place within our hearts
is where you'll always stay.
A Million Times
A million times we've needed you,
A million times we've cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
If all the world was ours to give,
We would give it, yes, and more,
To see you coming up the steps,
And walking through the door.
To hear your voice and see your smile,
To sit and talk a while,
To be with you that same old way,
Would be our fondest day.
A heart of gold stopped beating,
Two smiling eyes closed to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
I am home in Heaven, dear ones;
oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
in this everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is over,
every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
safely home in Heaven at last.
Did you wonder why I so calmly
trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! But Jesus' love illuminated
every dark and fearful glade.
And he came Himself to meet me
in that way so hard to tread;
and with Jesus' arm to lean on,
could I have one doubt or dread?
Then you must not grieve so sorely,
for I love you dearly still;
to try to look beyond earth's shadows,
pray to trust our Father's will.
There is work still waiting for you,
so you must not idly stand;
do it now, while life remaineth,
you shall rest in Jesus' land.
When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you home;
oh, the rapture of the meeting,
oh, the joy to see you come.
A gentle wind blew cross the land,
Reaching out to take a hand;
For on the winds the angels came,
Calling out a child's name.
Left behind, the mother's tears,
Loving memories of the years;
Of joy and love, a life well spent,
And now to God a child's sent.
On angel's wings, a heavenly flight,
The journey home, towards the light;
To those who weep, a life is gone,
But in God's love, 'tis but the dawn.
When you were born, an angel smiled.
As you became a child, an angel sat on your shoulder.
When you became an adult, an angel held your hand.
As you grew old, an angel walked down the road with you.
And, when you died, another angel got their wings.
When to the sessions of sweet silence thought,
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er,
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
-William Shakespeare, Sonnet 30
In the silence Mom & Dad you hear me,
In the silence I am here.
In the silence you can feel me,
In the silence it is clear.
That my spirit hasn't left you,
I am just a thought away.
You can see me in the shadows,
Anytime you look my way.
Look for me in the sunshine,
And in the stars at night,
In the wind, trees, and flowers,
Everything that is in sight.
Talk to me, say my name,
Know that I am still here.
In my death I have a new life,
And one day it will be clear.
So talk to me and look for me,
In everything you do,
For I really haven't gone so far away,
I am really right next to you.
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