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10. 11. 12.


One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky floated scenes from his life. For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonging to him, the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also  noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it. “Lord you said once I decided to follow you, you’d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints, I don’t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.”

The LORD replied, “My precious, precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you only see one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you”.

It does not take a
special day for us
to think of you,
a heart of gold that
won so many friends,
your care for others,
your smile, the kiss,
the welcome,
the willing hands,
Love and memories
never die, as each of us
remember you in our
own special way.

“When I Must Leave You”

When I must leave you
for a little while,
Please do not grieve and shed wild
tears and hug your sorrow to you
through the years,
But start out bravely
with a gallant smile;
And for my sake and in my name
Live on and do all things the same,
Feed not on your loneliness on
empty days,
But fill each waking hour
in useful ways,
Reach out your hand
in comfort and in cheer
And I in turn will comfort you
and hold you near;
And never, never be afraid to die,
For I am waiting for you
in the sky!
13. 14. 15.
God called your name
so softly,
That only you could hear;
And no one heard the
Of angels drawing near.
The golden gates stood open,
God saw you needed rest;
His garden must be
He only takes the best.

You can only have one mother,
Patient, kind and true,
No other friend in all the world,
Will be the same as you.

When other friends forsake you,
To mother you will return,
For all her loving kindness,
She asks nothing in return.

As we look upon her picture,
Sweet memories we recall,
Of a face so full of sunshine,
And a smile for one and all.

Sweet Jesus take this message,
To our dear mother up above,
Tell her how we miss her,
And give her all our love.
 Softly in the morning,
You heard a gentle call,
You took the hand God offered you,
And quietly left us all.

The day you left us father,
Our hearts just broke in two.
The smallest part is still with us,
And the biggest part with you.

For the rest of our lives,
We will miss you father.
Our secret tears will flow.
Oh, how we really loved you,
No one will ever know.

We miss your smile, your joking ways,
We miss the things you used to say.
And when old times we do recall,
It’s when we miss you most of all.

You were always there when we needed you.
No task too great or small,
With loving heart and willing hands,
For us you did it all.

Look around your garden Lord,
And when he turns and smiles,
Put your arms around him
And hold him for a while.

16. 17. 18.
Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument
of Thy 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 forgiving that we are pardoned;
And it is dying
that we are born to
Eternal life.

St. Francis of Assisi
His Journey’s Just Begun

Don’t think of him
as gone away -
his journey’s just begun.
Life holds so many facets -
this earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears.
In a place of warmth
and comfort
where there are
no days and years.

Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today.
How nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.

And think of him as living
in the hearts
of those he touched,
For nothing loved is ever lost -
And he was loved so much.
Gone only from our Sight

I am standing on the seashore. Suddenly a ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze, and starts out for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch her until at length she is only a ribbon of white cloud, just above where sea and sky mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: “There She’s gone”, Gone where! Gone from my sight - that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her, and just at the moment someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone!”, there are other glad voices ready to greet her with a glad shout, “There She comes!”.
And that is dying.



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