Jessica Rose Hensley
1/23/00 - 4/17/00
1/23/00 - 4/17/00
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Little angels
When god calls little children To dwell with him above, We mortals sometimes question The wisdom of his love. For no heartache compares with The death of one small child Who does so much to make our world Seem wonderful and mild Perhaps god tires of calling the aged to his fold, So he picks a rosebud before it can grow old. God knows how much we need them, And so he takes but few To make the land of heaven More beautiful to view. Believing this is difficult Still somehow we must try, The saddest word mankind knows Will always be "goodbye". So when a little child departs, We who are left behind Must realize god loves children, Angels are hard to find. - Author unknown |
Dedicated to my sister Jessica Rose Hensley
Written by Matthew Hensley age 12 "Where are you?" Where are you, Are you lost in the deptha of time, Somethings are unexplainable;is this one of thwem? What are you thinking? What are you doing? Are you thinking of your family everytime you speak? Do you miss us? Do you remember us? Would you recognize us when we finally see you again? How is it up there;whats it like? Are the streets of gold? Do you walk them everyday? Are you eternally graced? I have found you I know where you are You are tucked away in my heart,forever and ever more Up in heaven you shall stay Untill we finally meet again Forever you are loved deep in my heart I love you |