Help me face up

 

Don’t let me face down
Please give me the strength to turn around

Cold dark water’s, their mysterious ways
Drift deep in the darkness for several day’s

I might never be found –not even a sign.
It’s the heartache of those I leave behind
They might never knowwhat was on my mind

Why cut life short when problem’s can be shared
With family,Friend’s, Loved one’s, my life could be spared

 

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

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 those who care for me

 

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.

 

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.

 

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 Letter‑never‑makit'!

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 co

ntinue to pay as they catch me.

 

Where Have I gone, which road will I take
My life's at a crossroads with everything at stake
The drugs in my head, which have made me forget
Have broken my Spirit, I'me filled with regret
Please help me Im'e falling, Im'e losing my way
And I find it so hard to get back every day

Is it to late for me to meet, my one true soul-mate to make me complete.
Someone who knows me and touches my soul.
That person can fix me and make me feel whole.
I know that youre out there, I wish you'd find me.
And rescue this lost soul, to set me free.