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Volume 5 Issue 2
Page 15
Page 15
I’m with the angels, so try not to cry
Please don’t think of your lost lullaby
Think of me whenever you look towards the sky
I’m in your heart to stay, this isn’t Good Bye
I’m free of the pain of life’s misery and woe
I’m touched by angel dust and now I’m aglow
I’m in God’s precious Hands, He’ll watch me grow
I’m seeking and watching over my loved ones below
For our togetherness, the die was cast
Our time of sorrow will some day be past
We will meet in heaven and hold on fast
The day will come when we will be joined at last
Dedicated to Caleb Owen Moss,
Son of Jordan and Randee Moss,
Born August 25, 2008; Died August 26, 2008
Minot, North Dakota
Please don’t think of your lost lullaby
Think of me whenever you look towards the sky
I’m in your heart to stay, this isn’t Good Bye
I’m free of the pain of life’s misery and woe
I’m touched by angel dust and now I’m aglow
I’m in God’s precious Hands, He’ll watch me grow
I’m seeking and watching over my loved ones below
For our togetherness, the die was cast
Our time of sorrow will some day be past
We will meet in heaven and hold on fast
The day will come when we will be joined at last
Dedicated to Caleb Owen Moss,
Son of Jordan and Randee Moss,
Born August 25, 2008; Died August 26, 2008
Minot, North Dakota
| The Lost Lullaby By Mildred “Millie” Thacker Graves |