Country Cemetery
In a quiet country cemetery,
Where the gentle breezes blow,
Lies my son I love so dearly;
He died a few years ago.
His resting place I visit,
Placing flowers there with care,
But no one knows my heartache,
When I turn to leave them there.
Though his smile is gone forever,
And his hands I cannot touch,
Still I have so many memories
Of the son I loved so much.
His memory is my keepsake,
With which I will never part.
God has him in His keeping;
I have him in my heart.
~Author Unknown~
Borrowed Angels
by Kristin Chenoweth
They shine a little brighter,
they feel a little more
They touch your life in ways
no one has ever done before
They love a little stronger,
they live to give their best
They make our lives so blest,
so why do they go so soon?
The ones with souls so beautiful
I heard someone say--
There must be Borrowed Angels,
here in this life
They come along, into this world,
and make this world bright
But they can't stay forever
Cause they're heaven sent
And sometimes,
heaven needs them back again
They reach a little deeper,
they see what's in your soul
And even when they leave you know,
you'll never let them go
The world's a little richer,
just cause they came along
Their love goes on and on,
so why do they go so soon?
The ones with souls so beautiful.
I heard someone say--
There must be Borrowed Angels,
here in this life
They come along, into this world,
and make this world bright
They can't stay forever,
cause they're heaven sent
And sometimes,
heaven needs them back again
How else can you explain
why they're here and not here to stay?
I believe there must be, must be
Borrowed Angels, here in this life
They come along, into this world,
and make this world bright
But they can't stay forever,
cause there heaven sent
And sometimes heaven
needs them back again.
And sometimes heaven
needs them back again.
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