No. 78


Oh Jesus, full of grace and charity, victim for sinners, so impelled by love for us that you willed to die on the Cross, I humbly beseech you through your servant Saint Pio, who generously participated in your sufferings who loved you so much and labored so faithfully for the glory of your heavenly Father and for the good of souls. With confidence I beseech you to grant me, through his intercession, the grace of which I ardently desire.

No. 24A

After Glow

I'd Like The Memory Of Me To Be A Happy One.

I'd Like To Leave An After
Glow Of Smiles When
Life Is Done.

I'd Like To Leave An Echo
Whispering Softly
Down The Ways.

Of Happy Times And
Laughing Times And
Bright And Sunny Days.

I'd Like The Tears Of Those
Who Grieve, To Dry
Before The Sun.

Of Happy Memories That I
Leave When Life Is Done.

No. 66

Now I am contented
That my life it was worthwhile
Knowing as I passed along the way
I made somebody smile.

When you are walking down the street
And you've got me on your mind
I'm walking in your footsteps
Only half a step behind.

And when you feel the gentle breeze
Or the wind upon your face.
That's me giving you a great big hug
Or just a soft embrace.

So please don't be unhappy,
Just because I'm out of sight,
Remember that I'm with you.
Every morning, noon and night.

No. 26

They say there is a reason,
They say that time will heal,
But neither time or reason,
Will change the way we feel.
For no one knows the heartache,
That lies behind our smiles,
No one knows how many times,
We have broken down and cried.
We want to tell you something,
So there won't be any doubt,
You're so wonderful to think of,
But so hard to be without.

We cannot bring the old days back,
When we were all together,
The family chain is broken now,
But memories live forever.

No. 27

It was a sudden parting,
Too bitter to forget,
Those who loved you dearly,
Are the ones who can't forget.

We often sit and think of you,
And think of how you died;
To think you could not say goodbye,
Before you closed your eyes.

Your life was one of kindly deeds,
A helping hand for others needs,
Sincere and true in heart and mind,
Beautiful memories left behind.

The blow was hard, the shock severe,
To part with one we loved so dear,
Our loss is great, we'll not complain,
But trust in God to meet again.

Two tired eyes are sleeping,
Two willing hands are still,
The one who worked so hard for us,
Is resting at God's will.

Our family chain is broken,
Nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The links shall join again.

No. 81

Don't remember me with sadness,
Don't remember me with tears,
Remember all the laughter,
We've had throughout the years.

Then when the summer sunshine,
Awake the flowers in bloom,
I'll walk that light from heaven,
Around the corner of the room.

Do the things we did before,
The same in every way,
Just whisper a little prayer to me,
At the dawn of every day.

Just think of me as present,
Don't think of me as past,
For a mother's love is a blessing,
In death it still will last.

Forget your troubles and your worries,
They are mine forevermore,
I'll watch and care and love you,
From heaven's open door.

And when your road gets rough and rocky,
Or your down and need a crutch,
Remember I'm right beside you,
Just an inch too short to touch.

No. 30A

We Give Our
Loved Ones
Back to God

We give our loved ones
back to God.
And just as He first gave
them to us
and did not lose them
in the giving,
so we have not lost them
in returning them
to Him ...
for life is eternal,
love is immortal,
death is only a horizon ...
and a horizon is nothing
but the limit
of our earthly sight.

No. 32

Jesus, Mary and Joseph


Lord make me an instrument of Thy peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.

Lord that I may seek to console rather than to be consoled, to understand rather than to be understood; to love rather than to be loved. For it is in giving that we receive, in self forgetfulness, that we find our true selves, in forgiving that we are raised up to life everlasting.