As a storm rages out my dining room door I know it is the earth crying because an
Angel left it's presence today. The Angels Called her, and the Lord spoke her name, and she raised
up to be in her most precious Loving Lords arms. Before His throne she now dances, and sings with
a voice as sweet as the Angels that watch, she twirls around and around, because that is what little girls do, in their pretty summer dresses. She jumps in His arms, a place she as well as we have longed for, a place of no more sorrows, or pain, a place of completeness for our Angel Ellianna (or as Grandpa called her Bugs). We will miss her, and long for her sweet face, but we know we will see her again on that day! To you our sweet Angel, we Love you and we will see you in the Morning.
Angel left it's presence today. The Angels Called her, and the Lord spoke her name, and she raised
up to be in her most precious Loving Lords arms. Before His throne she now dances, and sings with
a voice as sweet as the Angels that watch, she twirls around and around, because that is what little girls do, in their pretty summer dresses. She jumps in His arms, a place she as well as we have longed for, a place of no more sorrows, or pain, a place of completeness for our Angel Ellianna (or as Grandpa called her Bugs). We will miss her, and long for her sweet face, but we know we will see her again on that day! To you our sweet Angel, we Love you and we will see you in the Morning.
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