Feather Theme
 Everyone |
(from Forrest Gump)
Music by Alan Silvestri
| Thank you everyone for all the kindness you generously gave to me; Each day that we shared, rain and shine, yes bright and dark days as they could be. And what a blessing I was given. |
Thank you everyone for all your sharing
and generous loving ways.
I felt such emotion filled with caring,
on each of those precious days!
Fin-al-ly I can sense the pleasure
each mem-o-ry holds and brings;
Each
time it happens, now; my heart, it just sings!
Thank you everyone for all the smiles you Losing you brought me pain and sorrow;
were
wearing so constantly.
Thank you everyone for all the miles you
so happily
walked with me.
I never thought that would
heal;
now when I think of you, it's gladness, I feel.
Thank you everyone; our years--were treasures;
Each one of our days contained such pleasure.
No more do they make me sad.
I had to cope with life without you,
...on turbulent seas, did I
sail!
Ev'ryone else, now finds they're sailin' that
trail!
Precious are each; like a gem, these!
Thank you everyone for your special touch!
It meant so much!
Scott Linsley (3-24-08)
Feathers added by WWII veteran (9-26-08)
God's Wings -
A little something to put things in perspective ...
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park , forest rangers
began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage.
One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched
statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat
sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick.
When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under
their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of
impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the
tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing
that the toxic smoke would rise.
She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her
babies. Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her
small body, the mother had remained steadfast ... because she had
been willing to die, so those under the cover of her wings would live.
'He will cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you will find refuge.'
(Psalm 91:4)
Being loved this much should make a difference in your life.
Remember the One who loves you, and then be different because of it.
My instructions were to send this to people that I wanted God to
bless and I picked you. Please pass this on to people you want to
be blessed.
Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will
treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.
To realize the value of a friend...lose one.
A little something to put things in perspective ...
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park , forest rangers
began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage.
One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched
statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat
sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick.
When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under
their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of
impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the
tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing
that the toxic smoke would rise.
She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her
babies. Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her
small body, the mother had remained steadfast ... because she had
been willing to die, so those under the cover of her wings would live.
'He will cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you will find refuge.'
(Psalm 91:4)
Being loved this much should make a difference in your life.
Remember the One who loves you, and then be different because of it.
My instructions were to send this to people that I wanted God to
bless and I picked you. Please pass this on to people you want to
be blessed.
Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will
treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.
To realize the value of a friend...lose one.
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