Sunday, December 23, 2018
T'was the night before Christmas, God glanced over the earth.
He looked to and fro, All over it's girth.
They missed it again He said with a sigh, A heavy heart and a tear in His eye.
I gave them My Son, So they could be free.
My greatest gift, To them from Me.
They traded Me in, For a man in red.
A little tree, and a horse drawn sled.
How do I save them and make them see.
My love is complete, My grace is free.
How do I help them, When all they know.
Is a talking snowman, And a box with a bow.
Maybe next year, they will stop and see.
The biggest gift of CHRISTmas. Is THE little child from Me.
Thursday, August 16, 2018
With GOD All Is Possible Loving Bud-William Hollis Muse (A Trisomy Miracle) And Living Without HIm: With God All Is Possible Even the Unimaginable
With GOD All Is Possible Loving Bud-William Hollis Muse (A Trisomy Miracle) And Living Without HIm: With God All Is Possible Even the Unimaginable: With God All Is Possible, Even the Unimaginable I never would have imagined I could continue to breathe without my child. Mo...
With God All Is Possible,
Even the Unimaginable
I never would have imagined I could continue to breathe without my child.
More days than not,
I absolutely know it is only with God's loving arms carrying me that i make it to my next breath.
I desperately hang onto The Father's hand.
He keeps me going and even gives me hope amongst the pain.
The memories give me so much joy,
They help me feel that we can bless others sharing our story.
I still can't imagine me living,
but With God All Is Possible
Saturday, January 20, 2018
"I'll lend to you for a little while a child of mine," God said.
"for you to love while he lives, and mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six hours or seven days, or perhaps two years or three.
But will you, until I call him back, take care of him for me?
He will bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,
you'll have his lovely memories as a solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked the whole world over in my search for teachers true,
and from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have chosen you.
Now, will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain?
Nor hate me when I come to call, to take him back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We will shelter him with tenderness. We will love him while we may.
And for the happiness we have known, will forever grateful stay.
And should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand."