Rebecca Lauren Harrison

+ * * . + * .*.
. * + * JUST * + .
+ . . * + . + * . * +
* . + *SPRINKLING* + .
+ . . * + . + * . * + .
+ , *YOUR. + * PAGE+ *
+ . . * + . + * . * + .*
. * * + . * WITH.* .
+ . SOME. * + * * . + * .
. * + * * + . *+ *
+ ..LOVE.. * + . +

Maxine Brown

September 2, 2010

Waiting at the Door

I can’t explain so deep inside
The very fabric of my soul
Only a heart that grieves such loss
Can ever truly understand

It’s like you’re waiting at the door
Until a loved one comes back home
You feel a longing in your heart
When they appear the longing stops

But in a loss that never ends
You’re always standing at that door
You feel the longing in the breeze
So incomplete and never filled

I cannot find the words to say
Just what it’s like to want forever
Never seeing them again
Just always waiting at the door

Alison Mary Dunn

Phyllis Frazier Harris

November 15, 2009

† Pennies Come From Heaven †

I came across a penny today,
laying on the ground.
But it wasn't just any 'old' penny,
This little coin I found.

You see Charlotte ~

Pennies come from Heaven,
That's what my Mum told to me.
She said,"It's the angels; they toss them down"
Oh, how I used to love her relaying that story!

She said; "When an Angel misses you,
they'll toss a penny down.
Sometimes, it may be to cheer you up,
to make a smile out of your frown".

So, don't pass by that 'next' penny,
particuarly if you're feeling blue...
It just maybe a Penny From Heaven,
That your friend Rebecca, has tossed down ~
just for you! xx

Dawn Bartlett

November 14, 2009

Where Peace Flows Like A River


♥* *♥
Together We Will Journey
To That Land Up In The Sky
Where The Flame Does Burn Eternal
And The Soul Does Never Die.
♥* *♥


Where The Harps Are Gently Playing
As A Host Of Angels Sing
Where The Road Is Paved With Diamonds
And The Golden Bells Do Ring.

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Where The Path Is Set Before Us
Shining Brightly As The Sun
We Will See The Face Of Jesus
When Our Final Race Is Run.

♥* *♥

Where The Peace Flows Like A River
Winding Through The Streets Of Gold
We Will Dine With Priests And Prophets
When The key To Life, We Hold.

♥* *♥

Where The Flame Does Burn Eternal
In That Sacred Promised Land
Where God Holds The Gift Of Freedom
In The Cleft Of His Right Hand.

♥* *♥

Where We'll See The Face Of Loved Ones
Long Before Us, Gone Away
What A Day Of Sweet Rejoicing
When We Meet Again Someday.
Where We'll Gather At The River
In Our Home Up In The Sky
Where The Peace Flows Like A Fountain
And The Soul Does Never Die.

♥* *♥

Author/Written By: Marilyn Ferguson
� 2004

Wendy Bright Wife Of Carl

November 13, 2009

Times like these i realise how much I need you around
No1 else is Xx

Amy Westwood (Best Friend)

November 13, 2009