Megan's Poetry Page
When God calls little children,
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometime question,
the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with,
the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make our world
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling,
the aged to His fold,
So he picks a rose bud,
before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but few,
To make the land of Heaven,
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult,
still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows,
will always be goodbye.
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind,
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.
MY FIRST CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN
I see the countless Christmas Trees, around the world below,
with tiny lights, like heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear,
for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs, that people hold so dear,
but the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
for it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me. I see the pain inside your heart,
but I am not so far away. We really aren't apart.
So be happy for me dear ones. You know I hold you dear,
and be glad I'm spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.
I send you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above.
I send you each a memory of, my undying love.
After all "Love" is the gift, more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do,
for I can't count the blessing or love He has for each of you.
So, have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I'm spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year
Feb. 4, 2000