| At Play with the Angels |
A carefree little boy skips Along a golden street. A puppy wags its tail as It follows at his feet. The sound of laughter draws him On this eternal day. He's on the path to Dove Park Where angels like to play. When he gets there he enters The gate so merrily. With great delight he sees it The tire swing on the tree. A friendly, smiling angel say. "Would you like to play?" The little lad replies with, "I'll play with you all day. Far away in the mist he hears it Someone's crying. Clearer now, he can hear the sound of Faith that's dying. He listens to the broken sobs of Someone calling, Someone calling, Calling Him. "Yes, here I am," he answers, "Please, don't you cry for me. I'm having fun in Dove Park; The angels play with me. I'm happy 'cause I know that You'll be with me today. There is no night in Dove Park Where angels like to play." |
| Cody was a brave little 9-year-old boy who lost his 18-month battle with cancer. He died at home with his family holding onto him. Cody's Dad had to tell him that he was going to die, and the little boy wanted to know if he would see his Mother, Father, and 12-year-old brother again. He was assured that he would. Cody's parents found this note in his room after he had passed away: dear dad in heven, its me cody i hurt now but daddy said you would bring me ther to you. am i going to play witt you and the angles? i hope i can. i love mommy and daddy and mark please help them to love cody |
| by Sandra Bradley (C) 2003 |
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| updated August 20, 2008 |
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