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Empty rooms,and empty beds.
Where are the children? Smiling faces,deep blue eyes. Just yesterday in my arms. I turned away for just a moment. And she was gone. I am not alone,they say. More are gone,every day.
Where are the children? Posters on every pole. Pictures in every window. Walking miles and searching. Where are the children? Sitting by this window,staring at nothing. Watching,and waiting. Tears drop so quietly,and gather on my cheeks. Out side this window,is an empty street.
Where are the children? A thousand,gone each week. No word,no sign. How do we stop this horrible crime? Little trusting lives. Are these children in pain? Calling for Mom,and Dad? She was my life,all I had.
Many years have come,and gone since that day. Each night on my knees I pray. Please God,answer just this one plea. Won't you please tell me?
Where are all the children?
She never smiles. In the corner,where she sits. She never speaks,afraid of being hit.
Trying hard to be quiet. Shaking with sobs. A tiny girl,so frail and weak. And so afraid to speak.
What,has she done to be beat? Nothing. Children are to be loved,she thought. Not treated this way. Words of hate and anger. Whirl about her head. What has she done? Nothing.
Mommie,she cries. Why,don't you love me? And what will she hear? Nothing. When Daddy comes home,they will start again. She will try to hide,there in her corner. It's supper time. And what will she have? Nothing.
Children,are our blessing from God. What is being done,to save these precious gifts? Nothing. She will grow up,alone and beaten. Not only on her body,but in her heart. The world stands by watching. And what do they do?
Nothing.
They came to sit and pray. To say goodby. Not one of them asked why. Another child gone to God. A life cut short. No one asked why.
This baby,never had a chance to live. To taste all,that life had to give. And no one asked why. How many more will there be? White caskets,with broken body's in side?
Tiny hands curled in final peace. For them its their release. From hate,and anger,and pain. And,you know,it will happen again,and again. Lifes cut short,before they begin. No one asked why.
Children left alone,unfed. In the cold. I am asking why. Why,do our children die? We must be more watchful. Stop turning heads. We must save our children from this dread. And,I for one,am asking.
Why?
These children are Heaven Bound.
These words were written by E.Themer,on 1/22/1999.
Angels are a part of our everyday lives.
In the voice of the stranger who has said a kind word. In the hand of the stranger who has helped, When you needed that extra insight to make a decision; Many times we are helped by Angels that appear from nowhere, They come to us as poor or rich, tall or short, But all have the same purpose, One of love and Heavenly protection.
Do we recognize an Angel when we see one?
Author: Unknown
When Angels sense you need them, And Angels always do....
They come unseen from everywhere, To help and comfort you.
They hover close beside you, Till all your cares are gone...
Till they can see you're ready, Once again to carry on.
Then some of them may fly away, And take their gentle touch...
To other hearts that need the love, Of Angels very much.
But one, at least, stays with you, As your constant friend and guide...
For Guardian Angels never leave, They're always at your side.
Author Unknown
A friend is like a flower, a rose to be exact. Or maybe like a brand new gate that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl, both beautiful and wise, Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost, whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like those blades of grass you can never mow, Standing straight, tall, and proud, in a perfect row.
A friend is like a heart that goes strong until the end, Where would we be in this world, if we didn't have a friend?
Author Unknown
"Attitude"
Attitude is more important than facts. It is more important then the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say, or do.
It is more important than appearance, or skill, or being gifted. It will make or break a company...a church...a home...or a person...
The remarkable thing is you have a choice regarding the attitude you will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past...we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain manner.
We cannot change the inevitable...the only thing we can do is play the one string we have. And that is our Attitude...
I am convinced that Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is to You...You are in charge of your Attitude!
Author Unknown
"What Do Angels Look Like?"
Like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday.
Like the taxi driver, who told you that your eyes light up the world when you smile.
Like the small child who showed you the wonder in simple things.
Like the poor man who offered to shared his lunch with you.
Like the rich man who showed you that it really is all possible if only you believe.
Like the stranger who just happened to come along when you lost your way.
Like the friend who touched your heart when you didn't think you had one to touch.
Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types.
Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with wrinkles, some without.
They come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.
They don't take life too seriously, they travel light.
Author Unknown
Holy Angels,
our advocates,
our brothers,
our counselors,
our defenders,
our enlighteners,
our friends,
our guides,
our helpers,
our intercessors~pray for us.
Mother Teresa
An angel of paradise
no less, is always
beside me
wrapped in evelasting
ecstacy on his
Lord.
So I am ever under
the gaze of an
angel who protects
and prays for me.
Pope John XXIII
Every visible thing in this world is put in the charge of an angel