Printed Material Sales Aids - Page 67

65 Though I am Dead The tide recedes Though I am dead grieve not for me with tears but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand. The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land. The music stops, And yet it echoes on in sweet refrains. For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains. think not of death with sorrowing and tears; I am so near that every tear you shed touches and tortures me though you think me dead. But when you laugh and sing in glad delight, my soul is lifted upward to the light. Laugh and be glad for all that life is giving and I, though dead, will share your joy in living. Author Unknown Author M D Hughes Those Who Love Tiny Angel It’s always those who love the most For brief and fleeting moment, an angel touched the ground; Who most miss the one they love, When comes the parting of the ways, And clouds loom dark above; But tears will pass, your skies will clear Then will you smile again, And comfort find in memories, Which now bring bitter pain. Author Unknown With tiny wings and halo, and sweet, soft angel sounds. Blessing the lives of others, in beauty and in grace; Those who saw the angel, knew God had kissed his tiny face. The angel came for reasons we may not understand; A journey brief, with gifts so great, and guided by God’s hand. So, rest now tiny angel, your work on earth is through; In the beauty of God’s perfect love we saw His gift in you. Author Unknown The Tide Recedes