Littlest Angel
Walking to the bedroom, I saw her kneel
to pray; as I got closer, this is what I heard her say.
"Dearest Mother Mary, I hope you understand, This
littlest of angels, with a crayon in my hand.
It's hard to write the message, but it's etched deep in
my heart. Why did my parents leave me, why did they have
to part?
It seemed they were so happy, the day that I came home.
Everyone would hold me, I was never left alone.
All those things have changed now; it seems I'm in the
way. No one wants to hold me, and no one wants to play.
Before I get much older, there is something you can do.
Find someone to love me, or take me home with you."
I stood there stunned, with tears in my eyes. I cried out
in silence as I looked up to the skies.
Dearest Mother Mary, I hope you understand, This littlest
of angels with a crayon in its hand.
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So Much To Live For
As I lay there near the end, and my
life was sinking low, A gentle voice came in and said,
Son it ain't your time to go.
You've got so much to live for, and a short time to do it
in. You've got someone who loves you; to give it up would
be a sin.
As the lights were slowly fading and my life was sinking
low, The gentle voice told me again, Son it ain't your
time to go.
There's a little girl that needs you and a wife that
loves you so. Son, you've got so much to live for; you've
got to try, don't let it go.
I guess I'll never know whose voice I heard that day. I'm
glad it spoke to me, or I would have passed away.
Yes, I'vegot so much to live for, and a short time to do
it in. I've got so much to live for; to give it up would
be a sin.
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Mother Nature
I hear the pitter patter of the
raindrops as they fall. I see the water gathering,
striking out against the wall.
I see the lighting dancing, from the corner of my eye. I
hear the thunder roaring as it rolls across the sky.
I stand, frozen in my tracks, as I watch the great wall
go. Releasing all of its water into the canyon far below.
The angry water rushes through the canyon with a wrath.
Taking with it everything that stands within its path.
Once the water passed, the earth again was still. I
raised my eyes toward Heaven, knew it was God's will.
As I surveyed the damage, it was a pity and a shame. We
can't blame Mother Nature, 'cause we're the ones to blame.
We cut the trees and flowers and detroy what we were
given. We change the course of rivers, by a destructive
force we're driven.
Till at last one day, and it shall come, the time to pay
the debt. Mother Nature shall come to call, on that we
all can bet.
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