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Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?"
The Lord replied,
"The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you."
Mary Stevenson
Copyright © 1984 Mary Stevenson, from original 1936 text, All rights reserved
Stillborn
By Linda Kay
Stillborn,
I am not sure I understand.
Is it a babe who is born
In the hush of a morning's breath
Before the birds begin to sing?
No. This is not stillborn, though
We would like it to be.
Is it a babe who is born so quiet,
So still, that the angels hush
Their rustling wings to hear
If she will not draw a tiny breath?
Perhaps. This is very close, but surely,
it means more.
Stillborn,
Born, still in the arms of God.
Stillborn,
Born, still in the full knowledge of
God's love and power,
His glory and grace.
Born, still to us, but alive to God!
Surely this is stillborn:
No death, but life eternal,
No sorrow, but everlasting peace,
No separation,
but communion forever
With God!
Yes, now I understand,
Stillborn...
By Linda Kay
Stillborn,
I am not sure I understand.
Is it a babe who is born
In the hush of a morning's breath
Before the birds begin to sing?
No. This is not stillborn, though
We would like it to be.
Is it a babe who is born so quiet,
So still, that the angels hush
Their rustling wings to hear
If she will not draw a tiny breath?
Perhaps. This is very close, but surely,
it means more.
Stillborn,
Born, still in the arms of God.
Stillborn,
Born, still in the full knowledge of
God's love and power,
His glory and grace.
Born, still to us, but alive to God!
Surely this is stillborn:
No death, but life eternal,
No sorrow, but everlasting peace,
No separation,
but communion forever
With God!
Yes, now I understand,
Stillborn...
Brianna's Obituary
Brianna Elizabeth Michaelson of Sioux Falls, SDPublished: September 10, 2008
Sioux Falls - Brianna Elizabeth Michaelson, infant daughter of Greg and Jill Michaelson, was stillborn on Monday, September 8, 2008 at Sanford Health USD Medical Center. Funeral services will be held at 1:00 pm on Friday, September 12th at Asbury United Methodist Church, 2425 S. Western. Memorials may be directed to Children´s Inn.
Our little angel was called by God before her time. She was so special that only God could receive her. In the short time we had with her, she touched so many lives. Even though she was with us a short time, she left footprints on our hearts and will always be greatly loved and missed.
Brianna is survived by her parents, Greg and Jill Michaelson, of Sioux Falls; big brother, Matthew Michaelson, of Sioux Falls; maternal grandparents, Ronald and Sandra Johnson, of Highlands Ranch, CO; and paternal grandparents, Gary and Cheri Michaelson, of Underwood, WA.
Sioux Falls - Brianna Elizabeth Michaelson, infant daughter of Greg and Jill Michaelson, was stillborn on Monday, September 8, 2008 at Sanford Health USD Medical Center. Funeral services will be held at 1:00 pm on Friday, September 12th at Asbury United Methodist Church, 2425 S. Western. Memorials may be directed to Children´s Inn.
Our little angel was called by God before her time. She was so special that only God could receive her. In the short time we had with her, she touched so many lives. Even though she was with us a short time, she left footprints on our hearts and will always be greatly loved and missed.
Brianna is survived by her parents, Greg and Jill Michaelson, of Sioux Falls; big brother, Matthew Michaelson, of Sioux Falls; maternal grandparents, Ronald and Sandra Johnson, of Highlands Ranch, CO; and paternal grandparents, Gary and Cheri Michaelson, of Underwood, WA.
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?"
The Lord replied,
"The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you."
Mary Stevenson
Copyright © 1984 Mary Stevenson, from original 1936 text, All rights reserved
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Stillborn
I carried you in hope,
the long nine months of my term,
remembered that close hour when we made you,
often felt you kick and move
as slowly you grew within me,
wondered what you would look like
when your wet head emerged,
girl or boy, and at what glad moment
I should hear your birth cry,
and I welcoming you
with all you needed of warmth and food;
we had a home waiting for you.
After my strong laborings,
Sweat cold on my limbs,
My small cries merging with the summer air,
You came. You did not cry.
you did not breathe.
We had not expected this;
It seems your birth had no meaning,
or had you rejected us?
They will say that you did not live,
register you as stillborn.
But you lived for me all that time
in the dark chamber of my womb,
and when I think of you now,
perfect in your little death,
I know that for me you are born still;
I shall carry you with me forever,
my child. You were always mine,
you are mine now
Death and life are the same mysteries.
I carried you in hope,
the long nine months of my term,
remembered that close hour when we made you,
often felt you kick and move
as slowly you grew within me,
wondered what you would look like
when your wet head emerged,
girl or boy, and at what glad moment
I should hear your birth cry,
and I welcoming you
with all you needed of warmth and food;
we had a home waiting for you.
After my strong laborings,
Sweat cold on my limbs,
My small cries merging with the summer air,
You came. You did not cry.
you did not breathe.
We had not expected this;
It seems your birth had no meaning,
or had you rejected us?
They will say that you did not live,
register you as stillborn.
But you lived for me all that time
in the dark chamber of my womb,
and when I think of you now,
perfect in your little death,
I know that for me you are born still;
I shall carry you with me forever,
my child. You were always mine,
you are mine now
Death and life are the same mysteries.
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