Five Years in Heaven
Saturday, October 19, 2002
My gift to you my precious Lily
Laura Ann Sorbara Kimble
Sunrise: November 5, 1968
Sunset: October 19, 2002
A Mother's Crown
Heaven lit up with His mighty presence
As all the Angels looked down,
Today the Lord was placing the jewels,
In all the mother's crowns.
He held up a golden crown,
As all the mother's looked on,
He said in His gentle voice,
"I just want to explain each stone".
He held the first gem in His hand
But the radiance could not match His own.
For He was the light of Heaven,
Reflecting off each of the stones.
"The first gem, He said, is an emerald,
And it's for endurance alone,
For all the nights you waited up.
For your children to come home.
For all the nights by their bedside,
You stayed till the fever went down,
For nursing every little wound,
I add this emerald to your crown.
A ruby, I'll place by the emerald,
For leading your child in the right way,
For if you hadn't taught them about me,
They wouldn't be here with you today.
For always being right there,
Thru all life's important events,
I give you a sapphire stone,
For the time and love you spent."
For untying the strings that held them,
When they grew up and left home,
I give you this one for courage.
Then the Lord added an amethyst stone.
I'll place a stone of garnet," He said,
For all the times you spent on your knees,
When you asked Me to take care of your children,
And then for having faith in Me.
I have a pearl for every little sacrifice,
That you made without them knowing,
For all the times you went without,
To keep them happy, healthy, and growing.
And last of all I have a diamond,
The greatest of all gems,
For those mother's who lost their children,
When they came home to heaven before them.
This is the most precious sacrifice,
So I give the most precious stone,
For I know just how you felt,
I too lost a child of my own.
After the Lord placed the last jewel in,
He said, "Heaven is now complete,
For every mother has her crown of jewels,
And all her children are at her feet.
Within My Tear
You seek to find the friend in me,
With a desire upon your face,
But not finding what you see,
For a stranger has taken my place.
You seek the friend of yesterday,
When my child was still alive,
Deeply feeling the things you say,
In hope your friend will revive.
That friend is here, hidden from view,
Behind the veil of grief filled cries,
Trying to believe it cannot be true,
Looking through pain soaked eyes.
Search for me with deep love,
Knowing my heart is no longer here,
But held in God's sweet hands above,
So, to see me, look deep within my tear.
By: Paul D. McCutcheon
Copyright (c) 08/08/2003
Memorial page created by Laurasmom
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(This was sent to me by email from Laura's Mom....Ann
I added it to her site to honor Laura and her grieving Mom...Ann
With much love,
Please visit my website for a special memorial made for me by Maria,
John Michael Talbot sings: "Be Not Afraid"