God's Note To All Parents

"I'll lend you for a little while, a child of mine." He said,
For you to love while she lives, and mourn when she is dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?

She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay, as all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love--not think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come, to call to take her back again?
I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, thy will be done.
For all the joy this child will bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shower her with tenderness and love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.
And should the angels call for her much sooner that we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand."

. . . Author unknown. . .

 A meeting was held quite far from earth.
 It's time again for another birth,
 said the Angels to the Lord above,
 this special child will need much love.
 Her progress may be very slow,
 her accomplishments she may not know.
 She will require extra care from
 the folks she'll meet down there.
 She may not run, laugh or play,
 her thoughts may seem quite far away.
 In many ways she won't adapt and
 she'll be known as handicapped.
 So lets be careful where she's sent,
 we want her life to be content.
 Please Lord find the parents who,
 will do a special job for you.
 They will not realize right away
 the leading role their asked to play.
 But with this child sent from above,
 comes stronger faith and richer love.
 And soon they'll know the privilege given,
 in caring for their gift from heaven.
 Their precious charge so meek and mild,
 is heaven's very special child.

 Written by: Edna Masamilla & given to Loris Wilson at her daughters
 funeral.

A SPECIAL LITTLE SPIRIT

"You're a Special Little Spirit," the all great Master said,
As he gently caressed the curly dark hair of the Little Spirit's head.
"You need to go to Earth to spend some time, you know,
A place I send most Spirits to be tested, to learn and grow."

The Little Spirit, in sadness, slowly bowed his head,
And from his eye a tear did steal and down his cheek it shed.
"Don't you fret now little one, I won't let you stay too long,
I'll bring you back to help me here, You'll hardly know that you've been gone.
You're my choicest Little Spirit, you're the apple of my eye."
And He wiped the tear and gently kissed His Little Spirit good- bye.

"I'm back," the Little Spirit whispered, as he climbed onto his Master's knee,
And the Master said, "I told you, you would not be long away from me."
And then, the Lord, He noticed still another tear welled in his eye.
"Why are you so sad, Little Spirit, whatever should make you cry?"

"I'm glad I'm back," the Spirit said, "but Master you must surely know,
When your Angel came to get me, I didn't want to go.
I know you said you needed me and that I'd be gone the shortest while,
But Lord, couldn't I have had a little longer earthly trial?"

The Master let the Little Spirit slip down from off His knee,
He firmly took the little hand and said, "Come walk with me."
The Little Spirit and his Lord walked slowly hand in hand,
As the Master explained his special part in the great and marvelous plan.

"Now Lord, I don't mean to argue, I understand that you needed me home.
But I left in such a hurry, I left everyone hurting and so alone.
I didn't let my earthly parents know how much I loved them so.
I was much too small to tell them, Lord, how will they ever know?
They feel they've been cheated, and in a way, so do I.
Not getting to share any more than we did, how can I ever tell them why?"

"Little Spirit, I know your heart is heavy with this message you need to share.
But you need not worry anymore, I'll watch over your loved ones there.
I'll send them loving comfort as a strong and helping hand.
I'll content and give peace to their aching hearts, so they will understand.
The Little Spirit looked up at his Master and said "Thank you for explaining it to me.
And could you please tell them I'm safe and happy and that someday they'll be here with me."

"Yes," said the Lord with a smile and a nod, "I'll tell them all that I can."
Then the others came to see the Little Spirit, as the Lord let go of his hand.
He said, "I'll tell them you're pure, as pure as Heaven's Gold,
That I needed the warmth of your perfect soul to keep Heaven from getting cold."

--Author Unknown

The link for this poem was sent to me by my neice. Thank you Crystal.