Heather Flood

Teach me, Lord,
What I don't know.
Show me which way
And where to go.
Alone I stumble,
Alone I fall,
But your gentle voice
Leads through it all.
Take my hand,
Light my way,
Be my beacon
Night and day.
I am weak
And sometimes so low,
But you give me strength
And make me whole.
Teach me, Lord and Father.
Your child has become like new.
Empty me of myself
So I can live for you.

So short your time
here with us.
It's selfish to want you back,
but we miss you so much.
You lit up the world
with your smile and laughter,
and now you'll watch over us
from heaven, ever after.
You were on your way
to being an amazing man,
but God saw more for you.
He had a greater plan.
We will never forget you.
You'll always live in our heart,
and with you smiling down on us,
we will never part.
One day the tears will stop,
and the hurt we feel may end,
but you will always live on,
Son, brother, grandson, friend.
So, don't worry.
We will somehow carry on,
finding comfort and peace
that you're in heaven above.
We will always miss you.
We will always want you here,
but there are no good-byes
in the waterfall of tears.
We shall meet once more.
Your smile we will see again,
but you've just started what we all long for,
A life in heaven that has no end.
And though the world is a little darker
without you to light up our days,
we will see your smile forevermore
in the twinkling stars and shining sun's rays.

Until we meet again, my friend . . .

On the ground sits a bird
That's too afraid to fly.
Beautiful wings could make it soar,
But the pain of past failure is its lonesome cry.

God has said unto this bird,
"Trust and have faith in me,
for I will carry you in your flight.
The miracle of life is waiting for you to see."

The bird said to God, "But I can't fly.
I am weak. I will fall and feel pain.
It's happened before when I tried to fly.
I'm afraid of being hurt again."

His voice soft and reassuring, God said to the bird,
"I created you, and I will protect you.
Your lonesome cry I have heard.
Have faith in me. That's all you need to do.

So, stand up, bird, and spread your wings.
The wings I lovingly created to let you fly.
If you fall I'll pick you up,
And lift you back into the sky."

With trembling legs and unsure wings,
The bird finally looked to the sky.
It took a deep breath and took the chance.
The bird began to fly.

"Thank you, God, for believing in me.
Thank you for giving me wings.
Thank you for your protecting hands.
Your glory I will now sing."

God smiled unto the bird
In its majestic flight.
"Little bird, I'll always be with you,
And will protect you with all my might.

You may stumble. You may fall.
That doesn't mean that I don't care.
I will watch over you in case you need help,
And then I'll be right there."

The little bird, once so scared,
Learned to soar to new heights.
The occasional fall no longer scared the bird,
Choosing to have faith in God's flight.