Holding Our Angel by Marty Henry

On that day the telephone rang. It was our daughter Amanda Jo.
Having her first baby it’s time to go.
Her mom and I 20 miles from town, hitting hwy 30 around 90 bound.
Not leaving any grass to grow.
We made it to the birthing room with time to spare.
Holding our daughters hands! As she pushed and bared,
Another blue eyed angel, only a treasure from heaven we shall share.

No more climbing the highest mountains.
Nor diving in the deepest seas!
No more searching ends of rainbows.
Our bucket is full of treasure and gold.
Thank God for this angel we hold.

She was given her Grandma’s middle name.
Miranda Kay with a y. you should of seen those tears in your Grandma’s eyes.
May all the buckets in this world be filled with this treasure and gold!
Many more angels for us to hold!

No more climbing the highest mountains.
Nor diving in the deepest seas!
No more searching ends of rainbows.
Our bucket is full of treasure and gold.
Thank God for this angel we hold.

As I watch you and your Grandma lay there asleep.
A painting from God! priceless master piece.
This reminds me of your momma 20 yrs ago.
You’re the perfect picture from head to toe
Another blue eyed angel for all to hold.

You were given your Grandma’s middle name.
You should of seen those tears run down her face.
Now the yrs will pass on by, echo’s of your laughter’s and your cries.
Just remember where ever you may go.
If you fall, we won’t leave the grass to grow, ninety miles an hour on down that road.

No more climbing the highest mountains
Nor diving in the deepest seas!
No more searching ends of rainbows.
Our bucket is full of treasure and gold
Thank God for this angel we hold.

Terrie* (66.81.128.238) -- Friday, January 12 2007, 04:15 am

How precious the Angel known as "CHILD"
Oh Marty, it has been awhile since i read anything written by you, i am soooo filled with joy that , you bring us this to apply and savor to our hearts ,as always your reads are so plesantly inspirin' thank you for sharin' this wonderful masterpiece of Grace, children are indeed a Blessin' as is your gift of words !! LOVED IT !!!WELCOME BACK !!!

Catyrose (128.123.85.206) -- Friday, January 12 2007, 08:14 am

wonderful expression
oh how children can change our perspective on life. So aptly put: No more climbing the highest mountains, nor diving in the deepest seas. No more searching ends of rainbows. OUR BUCKET IS FULL.... This is exactly how I feel about my grandchildren. They are definitely angels, gifts God has given us. Thanks for sharing such a heartfelt poem. Look forward to reading more of your poetry.

marty henry (24.72.209.234) -- Sunday, January 14 2007, 05:57 am

thank you Terrie Catyrose
I wish you could see the picture of our grandaughter in the bucket, she is an angel.
I have made this poem into a song, I'm trying to find a producer to accept my work but it is so hard to get my material to them. wish me luck.
God bless

Terrie* (66.81.128.248) -- Monday, January 15 2007, 12:07 am

Visual thought seen through Many hearts...
'Aye Marty, God Bless You Too !!! and since Luck was not the Key source here, of a darlin' Blessin', i will say a prayer that the Blessin's continue threefold and some !! until the right doors are opened to you to get this Beauty published..

ALL the more to you Marty...

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