There's a nursery in Heaven, of that I am sure
Where the babies can feel all at home and secure.
With the little cribs standing row after row
The coverlets shining white as the snow.
A garden that's filled with the lovliest toys,
And no one complains of the little one's noise.
The angels who tend them By God's loving grace
Look exactly to each as his own mother's face.
The voices they hear calling softly and low,
Seem the same loving tones that they first learned to know.
The arms that enfold them with gentle caress
Seem to be the dear ones that did cherish and bless.
They're safe in His presence they happily play,
For danger can't shadow the immortal day;
And Bethlehem's Babe joins their innocent mirth
Just as He did when a child on earth.
And she who once cherished God's Son on her knee,
Add's a mother's fond smile to the joys they will see.
And even the hearts left desolate here,
Are consoled by the thought of their darlings up there!
My Precious Little Baby,
Your face I've never seen,
Your skin I've never touched before,
Nor held you close to me.
You lived inside my body,
But only for a while;
Till Jesus softly whispered,
"Come home my little child."
You must have been a special child;
If God needed you up there,
Because heaven is a better home,
It's beauty can't compare.
So till I get to heaven,
And see your shining face;
Jesus will take care of you,
And love you in my place.
Yes, Jesus loves His little lambs,
They sit around His throne;
So sit on Jesus' lap dear child-
Till Mommy gets called home.
You don't know how I feel-
please don't tell me that you do.
There is only one way to know.
Have you lost a child too?
"You'll have another child"-
must I hear this each day?
Can I get another mother too,
if mine should pass away?
Don't say it was "God's will".
That's not the God I know.
Would God on purpose break my heart,
then watch as my tears flow.
"You have an Angel in heaven,
a precious child above."
But tell me, to whom here on earth,
am I to give this love?
"Aren't you better yet?"
Is that what I heard you say?
No! A part of my heart aches,
I'll always feel some pain.
You think that silence is kind,
but it hurts even more.
I want to talk about my child
who has gone through death's door.
Don't say these things to me,
although you do mean well.
They do not take my pain away;
I must go through this hell.
I will get better slow but sure,
and it helps to have you near.
But a simple, "I'm sorry you lost your child"
is all I need to hear.
A heart of gold stopped beating,
two shining eyes at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove,
He only takes the best.
God knows you had to leave us,
but you did not go alone-
for part of us went with you,
the day He took you home.
To some you are forgotten,
to others just part of the past,
but to those of us who loved and lost you,
the memory will always last.
The Lily only lasts a day
but God creates it anyway
All that work to make a flower
then it's gone, it had its hour
Even though your baby died
he still is precious in God's eyes
Your child came and made his mark
he changed your life and touched your heart
Upon his death, to heaven he soared
Here for a moment, now with the Lord
This candle burns for our little angel Alexi Keegan
You are greatly loved and always in our hearts
