Poem's for our Angel's

Go ahead and mention my child,
The one that died you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending he didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing?
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing.
I know it will take a LIFETIME.
~~~~Author Unknown~~~~

In honor of the wounded,
lost and families of Littleton Colorado.

God's Lent
Child

Mary had a little Lamb,
His fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The Lamb was sure to go.
 He followed her to school each day,
When it wasn't against the rules.
He made the children laugh and play,
To have a Lamb at school.
 Then the rules changed one day,
Against the law it became.
To bring the Lamb of God to school,
Or even speak His Name.
 Every day got worse and worse,
And days turned into years.
 Instead of hearing children laugh and play,
You heard them crying tears.
 What must we do to stop the crime,
That's in our schools today?
Let the Lamb come back to school,
And teach our kids to pray.

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