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A poem written by my Aunt, for Jacob (grab your kleenex)
Our Jacob Born to Heaven
Children born to Heaven
Are the ones that we love best
They’re missed for all eternity
Until we enter perfect rest.
And so my little Jacob
This is written just for you
To let you know just how much
Your Mom and Dad miss you.
They never got to tuck you in
Or hear your bedtime prayers
Or listen to your little laughter
Or wipe your precious tears
They never got to kiss your face
Or hold your little hand.
Why God took their precious baby
Is so very hard to understand.
But Our Father in His wisdom,
Understands the things we don’t.
And though it’s hard to comprehend
He loves Jacob the most.
So think of little Jacob
Wrapped in His Heavenly Father’s love
Protected from all earthly pain
And waiting up above
Look up to the into the starry night,
And the tiniest star you see
Will remind you of your Jacob,
shining bright eternally.
His laughter fills the Heavens
His eyes they know no tears
He runs and jumps and soars as one
Who’s never known a fear.
And one day when your heart is still
You’ll join him up above
And know the perfect resting place
Found in our Father’s Love.
Written for Shalyn & Doug
in loving memory of their son,
Jacob Douglas Carr,
born to Heaven on December 31, 2006
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Little Snowdrop
Little Snowdrop
The world may never notice
If a Snowdrop doesn't bloom,
Or even pause to wonder
If the petals fall too soon.
But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way
For all eternity.
The little one we long for
Was swiftly here and gone.
But the love that was then planted
Is a light that still shines on.
And though our arms are empty,
Our hearts know what to do.
Every beating of our hearts
Says that we love you.
- Author Unknown –
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Do not Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Father who knows him best.
When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
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Jesus is he with You
JESUS, IS HE WITH YOU?
Jesus is he with you?
I wonder every day
I sit and wonder why he's gone
And why he could not stay
Every part of me is empty
I feel I can't go on
But then I look to heaven
I hear this beautiful song
Mommy, Daddy I am with Him
He holds me in his arms
When ever I am with Him
he keeps me safe and warm
He says you shouldn't worry
I am safe and loved right here
With all the other babies that
have passed within the years
We have a special place up here
Jesus thought that you should know
Your Heavenly Father takes your place
for now until you show
When I hear this precious little voice
From the heavens above
I know that all the angels
are showering him with love
For everyone that wants to hear
their babies voice so innocent and sweet
Just close your eyes and begin to pray
and embrace them in your sleep.
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