Joshua Searle

2007 - 2007
LocationBristol
Age0
Cause of DeathBrain Haemorrage
Date of Birth21/05/2007
Date of Death21/05/2007
Visitors724 since 18/11/2008
Creator
Helpers

Our baby son was taken from us when i 5 months pg,he was a very much loved and a wanted baby.We wish he was still here with us.

Gifts

Tributes

⊱♥⊰ A thousand loving memories, ♥
Stored up in our hearts, ♥
To take out and live again ♥
Whenever the tears start. ⊱♥⊰

Little Children

October 23, 2010

The tiny rosebud God picked to bloom in Heaven.
The master gardener from heaven above
Planted a seed in the garden of Love,
And from it there grew a rosebud small
That never had time to open at all.
For God in his perfect and all-wise way
Chose this rose for his heavenly bouquet,
And great was the joy of this tiny rose
To be the one our Father chose
To leave earth’s garden
For one on high
where roses bloom always and never die.
So, while you can’t see your precious rose bloom,
You know the great gardener from the upper room
Is watching and tending this wee rose with care,
Tenderly touching each petal so fair.
So think of your darling with the angels above,
Secure and contented and surrounded with love,
And remember God blessed and enriched your lives too,
For in dying your darling brought heaven closer to you.
Helen Steiner Rice

Caroline Ramshaw

May 21, 2010

Happy Birthday Angel - by Ingrid Aspey

Joshua today on your Birthday we wish you love
And hope you are happy in heaven above
I hope you and your friends are having lots of fun
Bouncing on the clouds and playing happily in the sun

When it’s time for your tea there is plenty of cake
That all the kind Angels did lovingly bake
With 3 candles upon it to mark your Birthday
We wish you were here but you couldn’t stay

Your Family all miss and dearly love you
They are thinking of you and sending lots of love too
When your party is over and you’re tucked into bed
Dream sweet dreams of them as you lay down your head

Happy Birthday Lots of Love and Kisses to You XX


Copyright© Ingrid Aspey 2009

What kind of place would heaven be with all its streets of gold, if all the souls, that dwell up there like yours and mine, were old? How strange would heaven’s music sound when harps begin to ring, if children were not gathered ‘round to help the angels sing. The children that God sends to us are only just a loan, He knows we need their sunshine to make the house a home. We need the inspiration of a baby’s blessed smile. He doesn’t say they’ve come to stay, just lends them for a while. Sometimes it takes them years to do the work for which they come. Sometimes in just a month or two our Father calls them home. I like to think some souls up there bear not one sinful scar. I love to think of heaven as a place where children are.
xxx

Little Children

November 21, 2009

A Birthday In Heaven - Author Unknown

I heard you crying yesterday,
And felt your heart-sent love.
So I’m sending you this message
Now, from Heaven up above.

You’re wondering if I’ll celebrate
My birthday (way up here).
I know you’re missing me today
I feel your essence near.

God planned a special day for me,
He told me with a wink.
He’d ordered me a special cake
(It’s Angel food, I think).

Balloons will fill the streets for me,
They float up through the clouds.
And we have lots of friends up here
That make us laugh out loud.

There is a birthday carousel,
Jewelled horses ride the wind,
With music playing, oh so sweet…
The magic never ends.

I’ve made so many friends, you see
We laugh and play and sing.
We ride our bikes and play the fool
And sleep in Angel’s wings.

But we don’t blow out our candles here
Instead, they light the skies.

A candle to remember,
May it burn ever so bright
As we look to the heavens
On this very night.
Beyond the stars,
Your dear one soars
Embraced by there Savior
On heaven's shores.
As the angels protect them
And sing there sweet name
We honor there life
With the glow of this flame.
So we light this candle
For our loved ones today
As a symbol of our love
And there eternal life.

with all our love
mell,paul family.

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November 18, 2008

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