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Peace on Earth
Alone in my home, I am not lonely. I give thanks for so many who can not be here with me.
Yet that separateness is in miles, or cities, or states, not in worlds.
To think your grace is gone, Lifted from this world too soon, lifted from this world too soon.
Could it be that your voice was needed elsewhere this Christmas?
Somewhere beyond this veil?
Could it be that angels heard your voice so loud and deep declaring God does not sleep,
they declared a need to have you sing for them? Or maybe God himself?
To me, it seems cruel, yet I remember your words of peace, your words of preparation,
I remember you saying you were ready no matter what you faced, you knew.
To me, at this moment, it just seems cruel as if the wrong has in fact won.
Then, I hear your voice reminding me how wild and sweet is the peace of God.
I hear your sniffle just before you play, your fate was sealed by that day and still you sang 'Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men.'
As I feel the trail down my cheeks and the bead of water spins down to my jaw, it comes
to me they fall for me and the mystery.
I will see you no more here, but I feel a dance somewhere beyond what I can see or know where all our energy dances as one.
The drying trail reminds me I cry for my loss, my sadness. As you remind me that God does not sleep and you are there while here on earth your voice repeats,
'Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men '
~ Bentz Kirby
I know that Chris burst through the gates of Heaven last night, proclaiming, "My name's CC Conner. I'm a southern gentlemen. I've been called up by our heavenly Father to join the angel band."
Kris Simonds & Chris Conner 11-22-07
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Sunshine
Tadpoles and mud holes and crickets and toys,
Holey kneed jeans and days filled with joy,
You were my sunshine with your eyes of sky blue
And tousled blond hair on a boy just past two.
Hot wheels and puppies and a little red barn
Sand dunes and castles and spinning a yarn
You were my sunshine with your sky blue eyes
And tousled blond hair on a boy just past five.
Guitars and music and 12 mile creek
Perry and Martin and mud on your cheeks
You were my sunshine with your hair of gold
With sky blue eyes and 10 years old.
Girls and movies and playing the blues
Three Chris’s together missing curfews
You were my sunshine with your eyes of sky blue
Just a lad of 16 standing 6 feet 2.
Loving and laughing and moving along
Giving the world the joy of your songs
You are my sunshine with your eyes of sky blue
And I hope you know just how much I love you.
Mom
Revelations 14:13 "Blessed are those who die in the Lord from now on. Yes, says the Spirit, they are blessed indeed, for they will rest from their hard work; for their good deeds follow them"
'A true warrior’s heart is tested without fail.
He is one who is humble when times are good.
He is the one who has resolve in the eyes of despair.
Judged not in victory or defeat, but in the character in which he fights.
Even the most courageous men fear the thought of no tomorrow.
It’s the man who conquers this that leaves a lasting mark on the world.
He takes a journey filled with triumphs and failures,
Every step fueled by his endless faith and will.
Embraced by the many that he touched on his way,
Even when the end was near his love he gave.
Thousands walked with him on his final mile.
The man with blue eyes and a crooked smile.'
~Jeremy Gazella
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