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Array ( [sid] => 133571 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Three Gifts [time] => 2007-04-16 15:27:17 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I hold my head up a bit higher,
As the lump falls down my throat,
As the tears get sucked back in,
As my eyes look up.

Within my hands are three special gifts,
Within my heart they came,
To realize this must be done,
I know that I am not insane.

Three special gifts in my hand,
Each weighs heavy like gold,
But now it is time to give them away,
For the Master to hold.

One gift is named my Mother,
The second my Uncle art,
The third one now is my Grandma,
Each meant so much in my heart.

Each one is so special,
I tell you no lie,
Now a time to hand them over to you Lord,
And thank you for their life.

My life has been touched,
By three special gifts from you,
Now it is time to give them back,
Now it is time to say Thank You.

I ask you to take them,
Show them now a great time,
Give them something speical,
I think it is about time.

Cause on this earth we can't realize,
Or give them enough,
But now Dear Father,
You give them the right stuff.

May peace and uncerstanding,
May your grace be sufficient today,
And as we think about these special gifts,
We know you will make a way.

Thank you for the HOPE,
That one day will be,
That we will see them again,
In eternity.

( My mom passed away on January 4,2007
My uncle art passed away on January 17,2007
And now my grandma tonight April 14,2007)
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The Three Gifts

Contributed by sandypoet on Monday, 16th April 2007 @ 03:27:17 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems

I hold my head up a bit higher,
As the lump falls down my throat,
As the tears get sucked back in,
As my eyes look up.

Within my hands are three special gifts,
Within my heart they came,
To realize this must be done,
I know that I am not insane.

Three special gifts in my hand,
Each weighs heavy like gold,
But now it is time to give them away,
For the Master to hold.

One gift is named my Mother,
The second my Uncle art,
The third one now is my Grandma,
Each meant so much in my heart.

Each one is so special,
I tell you no lie,
Now a time to hand them over to you Lord,
And thank you for their life.

My life has been touched,
By three special gifts from you,
Now it is time to give them back,
Now it is time to say Thank You.

I ask you to take them,
Show them now a great time,
Give them something speical,
I think it is about time.

Cause on this earth we can't realize,
Or give them enough,
But now Dear Father,
You give them the right stuff.

May peace and uncerstanding,
May your grace be sufficient today,
And as we think about these special gifts,
We know you will make a way.

Thank you for the HOPE,
That one day will be,
That we will see them again,
In eternity.

( My mom passed away on January 4,2007
My uncle art passed away on January 17,2007
And now my grandma tonight April 14,2007)

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Re: The Three Gifts (User Rating: 1 )
by FRANCO on Monday, 16th April 2007 @ 05:46:44 PM AEST
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I am extremely sorry to read and my heart filled condolences. There cannot be a better tribute then this beautiful poem to express your LOVE to them.

As a friend I stand by your side at this Solemn moment., hold yourself my friend.

FRANCO

Re: The Three Gifts (User Rating: 1 )
by Dom on Monday, 16th April 2007 @ 11:20:19 PM AEST
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I am truly sorry that you have had to go through so much in a short space of time.
Your poem is a beautiful prayer, emotional but hopeful, and I hope that being able to express yourself will help you to get through this.

A lovely read,
Hugs,
Dom

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