I took a ride on an Angels Wing

And what do you think I saw

I saw a world in peace and love

Where all that dwell are one

I saw Heaven from an Angels Wing

I took a ride on an Angels Wing

And what do you think I heard

I heard a song so filled with love

A sweet never ending harmony

I heard Heaven from an Angels Wing

I took a ride on an Angels Wing

And what do you think I felt

I felt the warmth and comfort of Home

The love that He has for us all

I felt Heaven from an Angels Wing

I took a ride on an Angels Wing

And what do you think I want

I want us all, right here, right now

To live life as in this Paradise

I went to Heaven on an Angels Wing

Meeting Angels Unaware

On life's busy thoroughfare,

We meet with angels unaware,

But we are too busy to see or hear,

Too busy to sense that God is near,

Too busy to stop and recognize

The grief that lies in another's eyes,

Too busy to offer to help or share

Too busy to sympathize or care,

Too busy to do the good things we should,

Telling ourselves we would if we could.

But life is too swift and the pace is too great

And we dare not pause for we might be late

For our next appointment which means so much,

We are willing to brush off the Saviour's touch,

And we tell ourselves there will come a day,

We will have more time to pause on our way,

But before we know it life's sun has set,

And we've passed the Saviour, but never met,

For hurrying along life's thoroughfare,

We passed Him by and remained unaware

That within the very sight of our eye,

Unnoticed, the Son of God passed by.

~~ Helen Steiner Rice ~~

Don’t Look For Me Among the Tombs

Don’t look for me among the tombs,

My life has just begun.

But raise your eyes to the endless skies,

You’ll see me in the sun.

Hear me in every robin’s song,

The rustle of the leaves.

My smile will be in every rose,

My song the summer breeze.

I’ll be the nodding daffodil

That ushers in the spring.

I’ll kiss the earth in summer

With every gentle rain.

In every sparkling dewdrop,

In every grain of sand,

Every velvet snowflake,

In every mother’s hand.

For I am LIFE and LOVE unchained

Where God and I are one.

Don’t look for me among the tombs,

My life has just begun.

In memory of Mike Floyd

by Susan Vaughn

I am now in Heaven,

The gates have opened wide, And now I have the privilege Of walking by His side.

The angel choir is singing, And the music is so sweet;

I'll join them just as soon as I have worshiped at His feet.

I am now in Heaven, The blood washed throng is here.

I recognize a lot of them, There's not a single tear.

There's joy beyond description And reunions by the score;

There'll be no separations, For we'll be here evermore.

I am now in Heaven, Please wipe away your tears.

I've fought the battle, run the race, I'm rid of all my fears.

There is no pain or sorrow here, The heartaches now are past;

I've read and sung of Heaven, And now I'm here at last!  

I am now in Heaven, And Oh, the Place is grand!

No one could ever tell me All the beauties of this land.

Since I cannot describe it, You'll have to come and see

That it was worth the trials To live here eternally!  

~Author Unknown~ Submitted by Diane G.

MY ANGEL


TRYING TO IMAGINE MY ANGEL
HOVERING…AROUND AND ABOUT
WISHING HE WOULD TALK TO ME
OR GIVE ME A NUDGE…OR A SHOUT


GOD HAS SAID HE PLACED HIM THERE
TO KEEP ME FROM ALL HARM
REMOVING ALL EVIL, AWAY FROM ME
WHEN HE STRETCHES OUT HIS ARM


I'M SO GRATEFUL, THAT HE IS THERE
AND I THINK ABOUT HIM A LOT…..
I AM SURE THAT MANY SPIRITUAL WARS
TO PROTECT ME, HAVE BEEN FOUGHT


IT'S ONLY THAT I'D LOVE TO SEE
HIS BEAUTY AND HIS LIGHT, AND
THANK HIM FOR PROTECTING OVER ME
NEVER LEAVING ME OUT OF HIS SIGHT!

COPYRIGHT © 1999 REVISED 2004
JUDITH JOHNSON KYPTA

THERE SHALL NO EVIL BEFALL THEE

NEITHER SHALL ANY PLAGUE COME

NEIGH THY DWELLING. FOR HE SHALL

GIVE HIS ANGELS DHARGE OVER THEE

TO KEEP THE, IN ALL THY WAYS.  PSALM 91:10

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 a child.

Who do 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

~ Whispers ~
In the silence of loneliness
In the noise of confusion
Be still and listen
And above it all
You'll hear the sweet, soft sound
The whispers of Angel Wings

After Glow 

I'd like the memory of me

to be a happy one.

I'd like to leave an after glow

of smiles when life is done.

I'd like to leave an echo

whispering softly down the ways,

of happy times and laughing

times and bright and sunny days.

I'd like the tears of those who

grieve, to dry before the sun

of happy memories that I leave

when life is done. 

Author Unknown

Wings of a Dove

(by Bob Ferguson ~1960)

On the wings of a snow white dove ~ He sends His pure sweet love

A sign from above ~ On the wings of a dove

When troubles surround us ~ When evils come

The body grows weak ~ The spirit grows numb

When these things beset us ~ He doesnt forget us

He sends down His love ~ On the wings of a dove

When Noah had drifted ~ On the flood many days

He searched for land ~ In various ways

Troubles he had some ~ But wasn't forgotten

He sent him His love ~ On the wings of a dove

On the wings of a snow white dove ~ He sent his pure sweet love

A sign from above ~ On the wings of a dove