Verse 71
God called your name so softly, That only you could hear, And no one heard the footsteps, Of Angels drawing near. The golden gates stood open, God saw you needed rest, His garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best.
God called your name so softly, That only you could hear, And no one heard the footsteps, Of Angels drawing near. The golden gates stood open, God saw you needed rest, His garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best.
It does not take a special day, For me to think of you, Each Mass I hear, each prayer I say, Is offered up for you.
O Sweet Jesus, for the sake of Thy Bitter Passion and the sorrows of Thy Immaculate Mother have mercy on his soul and let the light of The countenance shine upon him.
Those who die in grace go no further from us than to God, and God is very near.
All that I ask is that you remember me at Mass and Holy Communion
Fold him O Jesus in Thine arms and let him henceforth be a messenger of love between our human hearts and thee
God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change and the Courage to change the things I can and the Wisdom to know the difference
Life is but a stopping place, A pause in what’s to be, A resting place along the road, To sweet Eternity. We all have different journeys, Different paths along the way, We all were meant to learn some things, But never meant to stay…. Our destination is a place, Far greater than we know, For…
I’ll lend you for a little while, a child of mine, God said, For you to love the while he/she lives, and mourn for when he/she’s dead. It may be six or seven years, or fortytwo or three. But will you, till I call him/her back, take care of him/her for me. He’ll bring his/her…
Not gone from Daddy’s memory, Not gone from Mammy’s love, But gone to shine with Jesus, In His beautiful home above. Our Lady wished a pretty flower, To lay at Jesus’s feet, Her choice was of the fairest, A lily pure and sweet. She gazed amid the little ones, And stopped to pick the best,…