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My sissy's and my beautiful mommy.
My memorials are all babies from our local cemeteries.
They all are little angels, God sent down from above, to give us all a lot of joy and a lot of love,
but our Jesus stood there waiting and he took them in his hands to live with him forever in a place called glory land.
There's an angel on my shoulder,
Though I've never heard her sing,
I know she keeps me safe each day
And close beneath her wing.
My angel does not
Play a harp or rest
In clouds all day.
She's much too busy
Keeping me from
She rejoices in
My life's success
And weeps when
I'm in pain.
She picks me up
When I have failed
And helps me try again.
Tonight I'll say a prayer for her,
And thank the Lord above
For sending me an angel
To lead me with her love.
Love and hugs Kentucky sweetheart