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I hear the angels weeping,
I see their heads bow'd
low; their wings surround
those brok'n-heart'd, so
wound'd by this FOE !

I see the angels huddl'd,
near a mother in such pain;
because the child she
searches for may ne'er
be found again.

I hear the brush of angel's
wings, so near they are
to you; GOD sent them
there to minister for these
trials you're going through.

I hear the angels saying~~~
`Brave ONES, don't let hope
die; GOD will ne'er leave
nor forsake you ~~~ on this
YOU CAN Rely ! ! !

Mary Carter Mizrany
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reserved.
September 13, 2001
MEMORIAL DAY TRIBUTE ~ 2002
In memoriam of those whose
lives changed irreversibly on
September 11, 2001
Our prayerful thoughts continue
for you, asking our Lord to
heal your woundedhearts.
In His Love & mine, Maryxo

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