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Forever In God's Hands
Dedicated to the Firefighters and
Police Officers of New York City
Do not weep as you sift through the rubble
Burdened with heartache and despair
For in harms way they were warriors
And our loved ones are no longer there.
Holding the weight of the world on their shoulders
Without even thinking twice;
They united their strength with our Father above
And saved many others lifes.
When they knew their work was done
Through faith they just let go
Rising together into the Heavens
Far above evils flame and smoke.
So as you sift through ashes and dust
Seek comfort through God's saving grace.
Our loved ones are forever in His hands
As they wait for us at Heavens gate.
Inspired by Jesus
Amen
©Eileen Breedlove
September 26, 2001
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
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