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GO REST HIGH ON THAT MOUNTAIN
I know your life
On earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain
You weren't afraid to face the devil
You were no stranger to the rain.
Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and Son.
Oh, how we cried the day you left us
We gathered round your grave to grieve
I wish I could see the angels faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing.
BY VINCE GILL
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WE'RE ALIKE, YOU AND I
We're alike, you and I.
We've never met.
Our faces would be those of strangers if we met.
We would barely perceive the other's presence
If we passed on our walk through the mists.
We're unknown to each other
Until the terrible words have been spoken
"MY CHILD DIED"
We're alike, you and I.
We measure time in seconds and eternities.
We try to go forward to yesterday.
Tomarrows are for the whole people,
And we are incomplete now.
The tears after a time turn inward
To become invisible to all save you and me .
Our souls are rumpled from wrestling with demons.
And doubts and unanswerable prayers.
"GIVE ME BACK MY CHILD"
We're alike, you and I.
The tears that run down your face are my tears.
And the wound in your soul is my pain too.
We need time, but time is our enemy.
For it carries us farther and farther
From our lost child
And we cry out;
"HELP ME"
We're alike, you and I.
And we need each other.
Don't turn away, but give me your hand.
And for a time we can cease to be strangers
And become what we truely are,
A family closer than blood.
United by a bond that was forced upon us-
But a bond that can make us stronger,
Still wounded and not to sure,
But stronger for our sorrows are shared.
"WE NEED NOT WALK ALONE"
BY JUDY DICKEY
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MY SON, MICHAEL
From our happy home and circle
God hasn taken one we Loved,
Borne away from sin and sorrow
To a nobler rest above
No one knows how we miss him
None but aching hearts can tell;
Lost on earth, but found in Heaven.
Jesus doeth all things well.
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THE CORD
We are connected my child and I
by an invisible cord not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord that connects us at birth.
This cord can't be seen by any on earth.
This cord does it's work right from the start
It binds us together, attached by the heart
I know that it's there, although no one can see
this invisible cord, from my child to me.
The strength of this cord,
it's hard to describe,
it can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord man could create,
it withstands the test, can hold any weight.
And though you are gone and your not here with me,
The cord is still there, though no one can see,
It pulls at my heart, Iam bruised, Iam sore,
but this cord is my lifeline as never before.
Iam thankful that connects us this way
A mother and child...
Death can't take it away!
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FLY WITH ALL THE OTHER BUTTERFLIES
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