Celebrating the Life of
Brielle Ruth Murray
Given to us January 29, 1998
Taken Home to Jesus February 18, 2011
www.briellemurray.com
Brielle Murray Memorial Service from Friends on Vimeo.
Friday, March 18, 2011
3:28pm
By: Michelle Lynne Ford
Yesterday afternoon was Brielle’s
celebration service at Yorba Linda Friends Church. I can’t even begin to
describe the crowd of people lined up outside the church, the set up inside,
and the feeling of being surrounded by 2,000 people who have all been touched
by Brielle’s story, and so many more that could not make it to the service. My
mom and I sat in the last row of the middle balcony with youth leader Angela
Goodrich and her sister Joy, who have been keeping me updated on Brielle’s
progress over the last three years.
The stage was simply breathtaking. Just below was a table of pictures, candles, and a beautiful arrangement of colorful flowers. White tealight candles outlined the stage. There were music stands, instruments, and bleachers set up for special songs to be played that had meaning to the Murray family. In the middle of the stage in giant reddish-pink block letters said, “BELIEVE.” On the right stood a wooden cross with lights beaming up from the ground creating a heavenly glow. The left side really caught my eye. There sat a U-shaped couched with pastel-colored pillows and stuffed animals, ones that we have seen in so many of Brielle’s pictures, comforting her in times of struggle. On each side stood a floor lamp, and in the front a coffee table, which made it feel like home. Besides the four large screens fading pictures in and out of “B”, the most significant sight in the room was the giant rainbow display of balloons at the back of the stage. And everyone who has read Brielle’s story knows that rainbows have been signs from God along this journey.
After a couple songs had been sung, and the pastor had said his welcome, Brielle’s parents and sister, Jim, Lisa, and Kylin, took the stage to the family room setting on the left. Jim spoke first, trying to be the strong and brave one of the three, but when talking about his precious daughter his speech became a blubbering and tearful testament of her life, bringing us all to tears. Lisa went next. What an amazing woman she is. She read through some verses that were important to “B,” she praised her daughter for the goodness she had done and the brave little girl she was, and shared the most beautiful poems she had written during times of intense prayer to the Lord our God. Kylin brought it all together, so gifted in speaking just like her mom and dad. She read a journal entry of Brielle’s in which she wrote about being a good example to her younger sisters, and ended with a letter she had written about her big sister, “B.” As she tried to keep it together through the last couple of sentences, we all felt her pain as she broke down and cried when saying how she loves and misses her amazing sister.
Next was a slideshow of pictures from birth to the day she went to be with the Lord. “What a beautiful girl,” I kept saying to myself over and over again as each picture passed. After Brielle’s good friend, Grace, took the stage, another slideshow appeared on the screen. This time showing all the friends and support she and her family have had over the last few years. There were even homemade videos of the girls singing and dancing together. Brielle didn’t let her surgeries and treatments get in the way of having fun with her friends and family.
Brielle’s Uncle Trey got up and sang a beautiful song while playing the piano. The song was “Angels Among Us,” by Alabama. This was in tribute “to all the doctors and nurses who have truly been like ‘angels among us’ during this journey.” To all of us who know Brielle, we know she was an “angel among us” as well.
What happened next was so pure and special to the Murray family. Allowing us be a part of this moment was a true gift, and I am so thankful to have been able to see a miracle happen with my own two eyes. Aunt Heidi shared the final moments of Brielle’s life. The night Brielle slipped into a coma, the family knew it wouldn’t be long before she stopped breathing. With only four breaths a minute, but having a really strong heartbeat, they took that time to make phone calls to their pastor and family members to get over to their house immediately. Jim and Lisa held their precious “B” on both sides and began praying to God and reciting every verse that came to their minds. They asked the Lord to take her quickly. And after being in a coma for hours, Brielle opened her eyes, sat herself up, and looked at her mom. “Hi mom,” was the first thing she said. What made them even think of getting the camera out to take pictures and video was so amazing, and will forever be cemented in my memory. Up on the screens we watched the miracle of Brielle waking up from her coma to be with her family one last time.
We watched as the family gathered around Brielle talking to her and hugging her in shock that she was awake. Lisa held her while saying praises and rejoicing words to the Lord. Not only was “B” awake, but also she wanted to go outside to see the giant cross on the hill behind their house. She didn’t want to be wheeled outside, she wanted to walk. With someone on each side of her, they helped her outside to see the glorious cross. She was alert. She knew what day it was. She knew everyone around her. When she came back inside, she stormed passed everyone, walking on her own, and using the bathroom by herself. We all laughed as we watched her independent spirit walk through the house as if she was never in a coma just minutes earlier. It was indeed a miracle. God allowed them to have a few more hours to say their last words to Brielle.
There were a few more songs, an audio clip of Lisa’s vision was played, Brielle’s friends danced on the stage, the pastor spoke one last time, and the celebration was closed with two more songs. As everyone stood up from their seats to join the reception outside or to look at the display tables of pictures and Brielle’s possessions, I knew that I had just witnessed the most moving service of my entire life. Coming into the service I told myself to be strong. Brielle wouldn’t want me crying over this loss. But trying to be strong turned me into a complete zombie. I found myself staring up at the ceiling for most of the service, trying not to let tears fall from my eyes. What was being said and the songs they had chosen to play sounded so much like my life that I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I sat there, lifeless, as they poured down my cheeks to my neck and chest, too paralyzed to even wipe them away. It was like listening to the kind of scene that might have been played out at my funeral. Except what Brielle had done with her life was way more than what I have done with mine.
Looking out over the crowd of people dressed in tie-dye and beautiful colors, just the way Brielle wanted it, I took a look at my story and was hurt by how much time I had let go by being depressed and ungrateful about my trials and suffering. Brielle has touched thousands of people with her cheerful God-has-a-plan attitude. She knew her time was being cut short and she didn’t take the time she had left to sit around and feel sorry for herself. She used that time to share her testimony, ministering to everyone around her, and bringing hopeless human beings hope that there is a God out there that loves every one of us, a love that we will never quite understand. But I have not been following in her footsteps. I allowed myself to get so deep into depression that it seems impossible to get out of.
In the three years of her battle she did exactly what God had called upon her to do. There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that she is in heaven with our Lord and Savior. In the five years of my battle I have not tried nearly hard enough to use my story to bring nonbelievers to Jesus. What a beautiful and amazing girl I have to look up to and take a lesson from, I want to be more like her.
It’s time to get out of bed, put on some clothes, and start living my life. I was given a gift, the gift of survival. A gift that so many cancer patients don’t get. My journey isn’t over. God must have so much more planned for my life. As I have said before, God has a plan for all of our lives. He has work for us to do on earth, to bring His word to others. Sometimes our job is to change one person’s life, but sometimes it is to change thousands. And for those who have finished the work God has called upon them to do, He will take them home. Brielle was doing that work. She changed thousands of peoples’ lives. God must have been so proud that she finished out what He had called upon her to do that He relieved her from her pain and brought her home.
Her story isn’t over. I know it will continue to touch everyone who comes across it. I know I will continue to share it. And I know it will continue to change my life.
The stage was simply breathtaking. Just below was a table of pictures, candles, and a beautiful arrangement of colorful flowers. White tealight candles outlined the stage. There were music stands, instruments, and bleachers set up for special songs to be played that had meaning to the Murray family. In the middle of the stage in giant reddish-pink block letters said, “BELIEVE.” On the right stood a wooden cross with lights beaming up from the ground creating a heavenly glow. The left side really caught my eye. There sat a U-shaped couched with pastel-colored pillows and stuffed animals, ones that we have seen in so many of Brielle’s pictures, comforting her in times of struggle. On each side stood a floor lamp, and in the front a coffee table, which made it feel like home. Besides the four large screens fading pictures in and out of “B”, the most significant sight in the room was the giant rainbow display of balloons at the back of the stage. And everyone who has read Brielle’s story knows that rainbows have been signs from God along this journey.
After a couple songs had been sung, and the pastor had said his welcome, Brielle’s parents and sister, Jim, Lisa, and Kylin, took the stage to the family room setting on the left. Jim spoke first, trying to be the strong and brave one of the three, but when talking about his precious daughter his speech became a blubbering and tearful testament of her life, bringing us all to tears. Lisa went next. What an amazing woman she is. She read through some verses that were important to “B,” she praised her daughter for the goodness she had done and the brave little girl she was, and shared the most beautiful poems she had written during times of intense prayer to the Lord our God. Kylin brought it all together, so gifted in speaking just like her mom and dad. She read a journal entry of Brielle’s in which she wrote about being a good example to her younger sisters, and ended with a letter she had written about her big sister, “B.” As she tried to keep it together through the last couple of sentences, we all felt her pain as she broke down and cried when saying how she loves and misses her amazing sister.
Next was a slideshow of pictures from birth to the day she went to be with the Lord. “What a beautiful girl,” I kept saying to myself over and over again as each picture passed. After Brielle’s good friend, Grace, took the stage, another slideshow appeared on the screen. This time showing all the friends and support she and her family have had over the last few years. There were even homemade videos of the girls singing and dancing together. Brielle didn’t let her surgeries and treatments get in the way of having fun with her friends and family.
Brielle’s Uncle Trey got up and sang a beautiful song while playing the piano. The song was “Angels Among Us,” by Alabama. This was in tribute “to all the doctors and nurses who have truly been like ‘angels among us’ during this journey.” To all of us who know Brielle, we know she was an “angel among us” as well.
What happened next was so pure and special to the Murray family. Allowing us be a part of this moment was a true gift, and I am so thankful to have been able to see a miracle happen with my own two eyes. Aunt Heidi shared the final moments of Brielle’s life. The night Brielle slipped into a coma, the family knew it wouldn’t be long before she stopped breathing. With only four breaths a minute, but having a really strong heartbeat, they took that time to make phone calls to their pastor and family members to get over to their house immediately. Jim and Lisa held their precious “B” on both sides and began praying to God and reciting every verse that came to their minds. They asked the Lord to take her quickly. And after being in a coma for hours, Brielle opened her eyes, sat herself up, and looked at her mom. “Hi mom,” was the first thing she said. What made them even think of getting the camera out to take pictures and video was so amazing, and will forever be cemented in my memory. Up on the screens we watched the miracle of Brielle waking up from her coma to be with her family one last time.
We watched as the family gathered around Brielle talking to her and hugging her in shock that she was awake. Lisa held her while saying praises and rejoicing words to the Lord. Not only was “B” awake, but also she wanted to go outside to see the giant cross on the hill behind their house. She didn’t want to be wheeled outside, she wanted to walk. With someone on each side of her, they helped her outside to see the glorious cross. She was alert. She knew what day it was. She knew everyone around her. When she came back inside, she stormed passed everyone, walking on her own, and using the bathroom by herself. We all laughed as we watched her independent spirit walk through the house as if she was never in a coma just minutes earlier. It was indeed a miracle. God allowed them to have a few more hours to say their last words to Brielle.
There were a few more songs, an audio clip of Lisa’s vision was played, Brielle’s friends danced on the stage, the pastor spoke one last time, and the celebration was closed with two more songs. As everyone stood up from their seats to join the reception outside or to look at the display tables of pictures and Brielle’s possessions, I knew that I had just witnessed the most moving service of my entire life. Coming into the service I told myself to be strong. Brielle wouldn’t want me crying over this loss. But trying to be strong turned me into a complete zombie. I found myself staring up at the ceiling for most of the service, trying not to let tears fall from my eyes. What was being said and the songs they had chosen to play sounded so much like my life that I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I sat there, lifeless, as they poured down my cheeks to my neck and chest, too paralyzed to even wipe them away. It was like listening to the kind of scene that might have been played out at my funeral. Except what Brielle had done with her life was way more than what I have done with mine.
Looking out over the crowd of people dressed in tie-dye and beautiful colors, just the way Brielle wanted it, I took a look at my story and was hurt by how much time I had let go by being depressed and ungrateful about my trials and suffering. Brielle has touched thousands of people with her cheerful God-has-a-plan attitude. She knew her time was being cut short and she didn’t take the time she had left to sit around and feel sorry for herself. She used that time to share her testimony, ministering to everyone around her, and bringing hopeless human beings hope that there is a God out there that loves every one of us, a love that we will never quite understand. But I have not been following in her footsteps. I allowed myself to get so deep into depression that it seems impossible to get out of.
In the three years of her battle she did exactly what God had called upon her to do. There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that she is in heaven with our Lord and Savior. In the five years of my battle I have not tried nearly hard enough to use my story to bring nonbelievers to Jesus. What a beautiful and amazing girl I have to look up to and take a lesson from, I want to be more like her.
It’s time to get out of bed, put on some clothes, and start living my life. I was given a gift, the gift of survival. A gift that so many cancer patients don’t get. My journey isn’t over. God must have so much more planned for my life. As I have said before, God has a plan for all of our lives. He has work for us to do on earth, to bring His word to others. Sometimes our job is to change one person’s life, but sometimes it is to change thousands. And for those who have finished the work God has called upon them to do, He will take them home. Brielle was doing that work. She changed thousands of peoples’ lives. God must have been so proud that she finished out what He had called upon her to do that He relieved her from her pain and brought her home.
Her story isn’t over. I know it will continue to touch everyone who comes across it. I know I will continue to share it. And I know it will continue to change my life.
Thank You God
by: Brielle Murray
November 2010
Thank you God for all my hands can hold-
Fluffy little bunnies hopping all around,
Your creation is so amazing that in it your love is found.
Soft cuddly puppies that run and play,
Enjoying Your creation all through the day.
Thank you God for all my ears can hear-
The calming wind blowing through the trees,
I listen to the humming of the bees,
The soothing sound of rushing water,
I hear all this and I know for sure You are my Father.
Thank you God for all my eyes can see-
The beautiful flowers,
To the wet rainy showers.
A beautiful orange and pink sunset that is high in the sky,
I thank you Lord for sending Your Son to die.
Thank you God for loving me-
Staying with me when I am scared as can be,
When You are with me, I know there is no need to worry,
For giving me hope when I have none,
I thank you Lord for your wonderful Son.
Thank you God-
For all my hands can hold,
For all my ears can hear,
For all my eyes can see,
Thank you God for loving me.
Fluffy little bunnies hopping all around,
Your creation is so amazing that in it your love is found.
Soft cuddly puppies that run and play,
Enjoying Your creation all through the day.
Thank you God for all my ears can hear-
The calming wind blowing through the trees,
I listen to the humming of the bees,
The soothing sound of rushing water,
I hear all this and I know for sure You are my Father.
Thank you God for all my eyes can see-
The beautiful flowers,
To the wet rainy showers.
A beautiful orange and pink sunset that is high in the sky,
I thank you Lord for sending Your Son to die.
Thank you God for loving me-
Staying with me when I am scared as can be,
When You are with me, I know there is no need to worry,
For giving me hope when I have none,
I thank you Lord for your wonderful Son.
Thank you God-
For all my hands can hold,
For all my ears can hear,
For all my eyes can see,
Thank you God for loving me.
"My Magical Place"
by: Brielle Murray
Dear Diary,
I found my magical place where I can go. It's so beautiful there, and it's hidden from the rest of the world. That's why it's so beautiful. It's like a dream, clear blue sky, and a clear lake. The lake is always warm, and never cold. Every day there is a special day. I know I can go there to rest and dream, imagine, and just get away from everything else. Flowers of every kind and color are everywhere. The fruit is not like other fruits... it's like sweet candy that melts in your mouth. If you are hungry and eat the fruit, you won't be hungry anymore. If you wish another thing to be in this magical place, it will be. Everything is perfect! When I go there, I lay down and just think. Everyone else takes all these things for granted. The breeze is always a warm one. When I go there, I don't know what I feel... I just feel free.
I found my magical place where I can go. It's so beautiful there, and it's hidden from the rest of the world. That's why it's so beautiful. It's like a dream, clear blue sky, and a clear lake. The lake is always warm, and never cold. Every day there is a special day. I know I can go there to rest and dream, imagine, and just get away from everything else. Flowers of every kind and color are everywhere. The fruit is not like other fruits... it's like sweet candy that melts in your mouth. If you are hungry and eat the fruit, you won't be hungry anymore. If you wish another thing to be in this magical place, it will be. Everything is perfect! When I go there, I lay down and just think. Everyone else takes all these things for granted. The breeze is always a warm one. When I go there, I don't know what I feel... I just feel free.
"Scarlet Letters"
By Lisa Murray, with God-sent words from Brielle
"Don't cry for me." Brielle Ruth says
"Don't you know that I'm not dead!
I'm here in every smiling face,
Joking laughter, tender embrace.
The signs from me are coming down
So be happy mom, and please don't frown.
God and me are having fun!
Making you cry happy tears till the day is done.
You're so "sappy" mom, you make me laugh!
I can't wait to cut your pain in half.
That's something that I alone can't do-
I need my God to carry you through.
Every waking, sleepless night,
Hold on mom, He'll hug you tight.
My whispers are soft inside your head
but Jesus knows best, His words are red.
Open your Bible and you will see-
Scarlet letters of love, but not from me.
Go to Jesus mom,
He's the one to run to when the day is done."
"Then sleep mom sleep, you need your rest I'll come tomorrow."
"But when!!!", "Mom, God knows best."
"Don't you know that I'm not dead!
I'm here in every smiling face,
Joking laughter, tender embrace.
The signs from me are coming down
So be happy mom, and please don't frown.
God and me are having fun!
Making you cry happy tears till the day is done.
You're so "sappy" mom, you make me laugh!
I can't wait to cut your pain in half.
That's something that I alone can't do-
I need my God to carry you through.
Every waking, sleepless night,
Hold on mom, He'll hug you tight.
My whispers are soft inside your head
but Jesus knows best, His words are red.
Open your Bible and you will see-
Scarlet letters of love, but not from me.
Go to Jesus mom,
He's the one to run to when the day is done."
"Then sleep mom sleep, you need your rest I'll come tomorrow."
"But when!!!", "Mom, God knows best."
"Jesus Loves Me, I Now Know"
By Lisa Murray, with God-sent words from Brielle
"I have touched my Savior's nail-scarred hands.
It's glorious here in my heavenly land!
Jesus loves me, I see it so
As my Bible told me- now I know!
A banquet here is prepared for me,
Like Kylin told you- better than crab mom, it's true you'll see!
Kindness, mercy, His grace and love-
Is what I'm clothed with up above.
You should see me smiling ear to ear-
I just can't stop mom, I have no fear!
I'm utterly happy to my core.
I'm free from cancer. There is no more.
You should see me fly here bathed in sun,
Soaring with the Eagles till the day is done.
There's animals too mom, gabillions of them!
I'm so happy- His job mom is for me to tend!
I'm busy here mom, so I've got to go.
Time for church, do your hair- will talk later,
It will be me, don't worry you'll know..."
It's glorious here in my heavenly land!
Jesus loves me, I see it so
As my Bible told me- now I know!
A banquet here is prepared for me,
Like Kylin told you- better than crab mom, it's true you'll see!
Kindness, mercy, His grace and love-
Is what I'm clothed with up above.
You should see me smiling ear to ear-
I just can't stop mom, I have no fear!
I'm utterly happy to my core.
I'm free from cancer. There is no more.
You should see me fly here bathed in sun,
Soaring with the Eagles till the day is done.
There's animals too mom, gabillions of them!
I'm so happy- His job mom is for me to tend!
I'm busy here mom, so I've got to go.
Time for church, do your hair- will talk later,
It will be me, don't worry you'll know..."
"Whiter Than Snow"
By Lisa Murray, with God-sent words from Brielle to her dad
"Stop blow drying Mom, listen to me now.
You just move the pen, I'll write the words, show you how.
This one's not for you Mom, this one is for Dad.
Gosh I've seen how he's been oh so very mad.
God just showed you the picture... Dad and me in the snow.
So through this poem now, how I want him to know.
Your sins Dad are not Scarlet, they're covered in white,
Jesus surrounds you, you're held oh so tight.
He died for your past, all the pain, sin, and strife.
It's Jesus, sweet Jesus, He's paid for your life.
So picture me Daddy, lying down in the snow.
The pain when you feel it, God wants it to go.
Don't hold it, release it, fly it up to the sky.
Like snowballs we throw them, so please don't keep asking, Why?
Our bodies we laid down, a "B" they did make.
Your pain Oh my Daddy, Oh please let Him take.
See my joy Oh Jimbo, that day was so fun!
But nothing like this Dad, oh Dad I can run!!!
So every day Daddy when you come home now,
Spend time with our Jesus, and He'll show you how.
And pray Dad, please pray, I'm listening here!
Lift your cares up to God Dad, and know He'll draw near.
"Sharpshooter," I call you, how you make me laugh.
I'm laughing here too Dad, I've seen the giraffe.
Their long skinny necks lifted up to God's Son
So go Dad go, He wants you to run!
Don't waste one more minute, don't want you to yell.
Your story's beginning He wants you to tell.
How you give up your will to Jesus His Son
So many are hurting, there's souls to be won.
So go Dad, be bold, you're a leader it's true.
Whiter than snow oh my Daddy, He has made you brand new.
You just move the pen, I'll write the words, show you how.
This one's not for you Mom, this one is for Dad.
Gosh I've seen how he's been oh so very mad.
God just showed you the picture... Dad and me in the snow.
So through this poem now, how I want him to know.
Your sins Dad are not Scarlet, they're covered in white,
Jesus surrounds you, you're held oh so tight.
He died for your past, all the pain, sin, and strife.
It's Jesus, sweet Jesus, He's paid for your life.
So picture me Daddy, lying down in the snow.
The pain when you feel it, God wants it to go.
Don't hold it, release it, fly it up to the sky.
Like snowballs we throw them, so please don't keep asking, Why?
Our bodies we laid down, a "B" they did make.
Your pain Oh my Daddy, Oh please let Him take.
See my joy Oh Jimbo, that day was so fun!
But nothing like this Dad, oh Dad I can run!!!
So every day Daddy when you come home now,
Spend time with our Jesus, and He'll show you how.
And pray Dad, please pray, I'm listening here!
Lift your cares up to God Dad, and know He'll draw near.
"Sharpshooter," I call you, how you make me laugh.
I'm laughing here too Dad, I've seen the giraffe.
Their long skinny necks lifted up to God's Son
So go Dad go, He wants you to run!
Don't waste one more minute, don't want you to yell.
Your story's beginning He wants you to tell.
How you give up your will to Jesus His Son
So many are hurting, there's souls to be won.
So go Dad, be bold, you're a leader it's true.
Whiter than snow oh my Daddy, He has made you brand new.
"Bend Your Knee"
By Lisa Murray, with God-sent words from Brielle to her mom
Moonlight it's pouring upon your sweet face
Feel it, please know it, let Jesus embrace
Mom, how I see you are aching inside
Trust Him our Jesus He's pierced from the side
You know mom He did this for you and for me
And so mom come to Him upon bended knee
That's where mom, that I went - I knew it was Him
I knelt at His feet and looked up at the end
But it wasn't time, when I woke - Yes I said
More for me to do, No! Not time to be dead
I rose to my feet and went straight to the cross
To Jesus mom RUN - you will feel NO LOSS
There's joy to be found, all your tears He will take
Don't waste your time now with the pain, it's too great
I know how you feel, yes when you cannot breathe
My last gasps of air I did not even need
He filled me! Oh Mom! How He wants to fill you
So come now surrender is what you must do
Your pain Mom it flows so deep from inside
But His gates are open, they're flown open wide
So look Mom in His eyes, don't search to see mine
He loves you forever, His heart is so kind
I've seen it, I know it, Oh Mom you must know
You've told me so much - my heart would overflow
Then peace and sweet love an embalming you'll feel
Go straight to the cross now, Oh mom! You must kneel
So humble yourself when your knees hit the ground
There's soul soothing surrender, and peace to be found
I love you My Mommy - know you want to feel me
But Jesus, is better He hung on the tree!
So heavy and burdened are you feeling now
Don't worry Mom, seek Him and He'll show you how
So go to Him daily and don't look to me
He's waiting to fill you when you bend your knee!
Feel it, please know it, let Jesus embrace
Mom, how I see you are aching inside
Trust Him our Jesus He's pierced from the side
You know mom He did this for you and for me
And so mom come to Him upon bended knee
That's where mom, that I went - I knew it was Him
I knelt at His feet and looked up at the end
But it wasn't time, when I woke - Yes I said
More for me to do, No! Not time to be dead
I rose to my feet and went straight to the cross
To Jesus mom RUN - you will feel NO LOSS
There's joy to be found, all your tears He will take
Don't waste your time now with the pain, it's too great
I know how you feel, yes when you cannot breathe
My last gasps of air I did not even need
He filled me! Oh Mom! How He wants to fill you
So come now surrender is what you must do
Your pain Mom it flows so deep from inside
But His gates are open, they're flown open wide
So look Mom in His eyes, don't search to see mine
He loves you forever, His heart is so kind
I've seen it, I know it, Oh Mom you must know
You've told me so much - my heart would overflow
Then peace and sweet love an embalming you'll feel
Go straight to the cross now, Oh mom! You must kneel
So humble yourself when your knees hit the ground
There's soul soothing surrender, and peace to be found
I love you My Mommy - know you want to feel me
But Jesus, is better He hung on the tree!
So heavy and burdened are you feeling now
Don't worry Mom, seek Him and He'll show you how
So go to Him daily and don't look to me
He's waiting to fill you when you bend your knee!