Precious Son by Joy Curnutt God, I know you gave your precious Son To give us life with You. But I didn’t want my son to leave, Cause he was precious too. We all are precious in your eyes And all to you return. I know my son will not come back, And I still have much to learn. Our time on earth is for learning, And when our lessons are through, Our spirit chooses the time we leave, And we come back to you. My precious son is with you, And there will be a day, That I too will leave this earthly place, And you will light my way. I know your arms will be open, And I will have a smile, To see my God and precious son, I will then become Your child. Copyright © Joy Curnutt All rights reserved What Is Grief? by Michele Young What Is Grief? Who really knows? How to do it—and—how it goes Grief I’m told is letting go Be it right or be it wrong Words and feelings to our own song. Memories flood the tears in our eyes Do you think our loved one hears our cries? And how the heart aches to no end Even knowing that our loved ones’ peace will send. To feel so lonely and filled with fear I wonder if the Lord does truly hear? So our days go by hour by hour As we smile and carry on with all our power We stay busy, sometimes too busy to see And notice in God, we truly need thee. Our nights are filled with restless sleep Even knowing you’re in God’s keep We wake from slumber in the early morning light To weep our loved one, now, out of sight We toss and turn and try to pray Please Lord help us through another day! And on the day where silence was once cherished This too, has somehow perished. Alone we fight the pain, the loss, the sorrow While waiting for a bright tomorrow We try to understand words that feel so cold We try to forgive, we try to be bold We smile that smile We walk that walk We love unconditionally as we feel the pain of their talk. We do desperately grieve inside And try to live as God abides For our pain and sorrow runs so deep So deep that no one can see us weep. So grief they say, as they point their finger Get over it, it’s done, don’t let it linger But “we” know it doesn’t matter how many days go by Our hearts will always know how to cry. So tell me, what is grief and who really knows How to do it and how it goes? Copyright © 2001 by Michele Young All rights reserved TRIBUTE TO A FRIEND TRIBUTE TO A FRIEND Remembering you especially today on what should have been your 26th birthday , you left behind a family who loves you and friends who care in different ways we will never forget you or the love and happiness you gave so free. You touched our lives in a special way as you can surely see you were taken so abruptly and we still question why , though you may not be with us today your memory will never die .. We love you and miss you . your family and friends