Grief

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Brave Little Soul

for Samantha

There’s a brave little soul that went to Heaven,
Running to the safest arms to hold;
Comfort from the tender heart of Jesus -
Safety there within the house of gold.

Come Angels, wipe away the trace of teardrops;
Spirit, fill with tender sweet repose;
Jesus, cast the residue of memory
Far away - where no one ever knows.

Lord, could you maybe find a precious Grandma
With a lap that just fits her to a tee?
A Grandma with those tales that will intrigue her
And a big old smile just right for her to see?

Dear sweet Spirit - always bringing comfort,
With special care renew that tiny one;
We’ll do our best and strive the more for Heaven
Where joy and peace for her have just begun.

Joan Clifton Costner
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