By Mickey feeney      Bless those who care for me If I can't respond or give you a sign Then I want you to know what's on my mind...   I lie awake, my thoughts are deep. If there is a tear upon your cheek Just say the words you want to speak.   Wipe your tears dry and give me a smile, Hold my hand for a little while; Together we can share our own peace of mind If I can't respond or give you a sign.   Don't let sadness get in the way, I know I'm being cared for night and day. Don't tire yourself out: let God do the rest He is watching over us, cause He knows what's best.   Save your strength, as life must go on Others need you to depend upon.. Bless all who'll care for me from this day on.   Go on take care, all will be fine Now that you know what is on my mind If I can't respond or give you a sign.   In the hope that this will give comfort and peace of mind.   God called me for a reason Message from Heaven, dedicated to a loved one. The words of a Dad to be. As I walk the streets of Heaven I recall my days on earth. Some sad and happy memories More happy to tell the truth. Those times we spent together The love we did share. The news of becoming a father Was like music in the air. Be happy for the both of us Don't just sit and stare. God called me for a reason That's why I can't be there. He is sending us an angel There to take my place. You are soon to become a mother I can see your smiling face. One day we'll be together As a family hand in hand We will walk the streets of Heaven Just as God has planned   The Final Call 911 The answer to the Fireman's Prayer 3 + 4 + 3 = 10 Commands Sept 11th 2001 I . You called them to duty God as flames they did rage 2. You gave them strength to save some life whatever be its age 3. You helped them embrace that little child before it was too late 4. You helped them save a colleague and others from that horrible fate 5. You enabled them to stay alert to hear the weakest shout 6. You helped them efficiently try to put the fire out 7. You helped them fulfill their calling and give their best that day 8. You helped them guide their colleagues and a neighbour on their way 9. According to your will they had too lose their lives 10. Please bless with your protecting hand their children and their wives For all those who remain here on earth in peace we pray for all. Help guide us to continue to serve those in need until you, God give the final call. To those humble and dedicated who don't seek personal glory. F.D.N.Y.   It was God's will He was there that tragic September 11th day, For a very special reason. He has touched the hearts of everyone, Now he and his colleagues are in God's arms, For him it must be pleasing. He never failed to do his best, His heart was true and tender He worked and prayed for those he loved. As he will always be remembered May the God of Love and Mercy Care for Fr. Mychal Judge and his colleagues now gone. Bless with consolation Fr. Christopher Keenan, His fellow Christian Chaplains and Firefighters to carry on. Not to forget the loved ones and families left behind, Father Mychal Judge Father Christopher Keenan BLESS THIS HOUSE AND ALL WHO WORKED HARD FOR THE FINEST SPOT IN LETTERMACAWARD High on a hill in Donegal, So close to Heaven you could hear God call; Postmen came from far and wide With their sacks of mail strapped to their side. They made every effort to climb these hills, with their sacks full of letters, postcards and bills. They set out each mom at the crack of dawn, To climb it in their own stride, But the hill was too steep ‑ it became their defeat, as they fell one by one by the wayside. The post Office in Dungloe said they would have a go, As they'd a way around it; Gerry Trimble's new calf did nothing but laugh, All of his cows where dumfounded. They made a decision to send it by pigeon, That way they could deliver. But I'm sitting up here with no sign of fear, Not even as much as a shiver! With the spray of the sea, the winds and chills, Not even the birds could deliver the bills! It's a Half Mile from Heaven, That's why I am here. I'm well looked after 'cause God is so near, I sit up here, I dance and cheer, And it's great that the post can't make it... I haven't had a bill since time stood still, So it's now called Letternevermakit'! Bless the post in Dungloe for having a go and doing their best to fetch me. Lord, thanks to this hill, I may never pay a bill and continue to pay as they catch me.