 September 8, 1968 - January 20, 1989 my life was made complete. One look into his eyes and I knew no obstacle was too big to defeat!
When he was placed in my arms,
I'd sit and hold him close to me;
I couldn't tell him how much I love him,
And as a mother, I always thought,
But life doesn't always happen the way
For on that horrible Friday morning,
Yes, my son went to Heaven that day...!
I don't know how I lived through those days
I prayed, Oh Lord, give me back my only son!
Now, the years have come and gone...
Written by Kaye Des'Ormeaux "When The Angels Cry"
Little Johnny angel dry your crying
eyes, When the angels cry, Little Johnny angel look what we
have become, When the angels cry, Little Johnny angel we love you, When the angels cry, Little Johnny angel you must show
the way, When the angels cry, ©1999 HeavensAngel- Dedicated to Sonya's Angel John. For memories never die; I will be there with you, When you look across the sky. I will be there in the clouds, In the birds that fill the air; In the beauty of a fragrant rose, You will find my memory there. You will feel me in the tenderness, Of a baby's gentle touch; You will hear me if you listen, In the twilight's gentle hush. When your hearts are heavy, And you feel that you are alone; Just reach down deep inside of you, For your heart is now my home. I will always be with you, I will never go away; For I will live on in your hearts, Forever and a day. Allison Chambers Coxsey c1996 As I was wandering on my way. I had met many Angels before, But none like him, that's for sure. All the other Angels that I had met, Seemed so perfect, on that I'd bet. But this one was a normal loving little boy, Who grew up with a mischievous side, Though still gave his Mama such joy. He grew to be a fine young man, And he knew each time he faltered, He could look up to grab hold of Mama's hand. But now he is in Heaven, where he will forever be twenty, And his Mama is left here with grieving days a plenty. Ah but can't you just imagine him there, Running just a little wild and giving all the Angels a scare. Tearing down those golden streets, On a motorcycle shiny red trying many daring feats. He must try God's patience to I think, But the fun and laughter is seen behind each and every prank. You see this Angel was human and flawed, Did it make the grief a little stronger when he was finally called? Because I think we can understand When the perfect ones are called to their Heavenly homes. We tell ourselves they were to good For this earthly place where evil freely roams. But the simple fact is, That even the Rebel Angels are still His, And sometimes God needs these wild Angels to balance out the mix. The pretty wildflower growing among the roses is the one that he picks. So to his Mama this I'll say, I know you will always remember the way he was, But also keep in mind that soon will come a day, That your Rebel Angel will be back by your side, And there he will forever stay. Aletha Humphrey ©2000 of letting me know you. Only love could have made you the man you turned out to be. A child of love a man of grace. So few, so young, have touch so many. Your measure of worth is endless. While you are missed know that you are never forgotten. God called you home much too young. You are gone but only to a place we can't see. As you wait at heaven's gate for loved one's to join you as a family again. You watch over them with love and care. Together for all time. Author - Ellen    
  
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