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Having lost a child and a granddaughter we can understand
the pain of such a lose.
We understand that no words bring
relief from this emptiness.
We do however hope that the
following words help a little
Life is but a Weaving
My life is but a weaving between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent, and
shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's
hand
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has
planned.
Angel Wings
Blessing to you our little one
The minute we knew you were
Growing inside
We began our hopes and dreams
Babies are such a blessing
Their innocence sublime
Their love is so very pure
And lasts for a lifetime
How
very sad
Your mom and dad
Felt on the day
That you died
We
cried and cried
And felt so empty inside
Our arms
With nothing to hold
As
time goes by
We have come to feel
Jesus arms around you
You are so secure
You
left our arms
And flew into His
In our hearts you
Will always be
We
won't forget
Our precious child
A baby
With Angel wings
Prayer of St Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of Your
peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O, Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life | 
