Father: Herbert William Green
Mother: Nora Melinda Lane Green
The Prayer thoughts.
According to records of the funeral home, the child's mother was kicked by a horse; the baby was apparently aborted and subsequently died.
I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb:
I live in people's pockets
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt that we have met.
Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower:
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels,
That He trains in Angel pools.
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands.
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do.
He said that my assignment,
Is to keep close watch on you.
When He placed me in your pocket,
You were blessed with Angel care.
And I was told to never leave you,
And I vowed to always be there.
Mother: Nora Melinda Lane Green
The Prayer thoughts.
According to records of the funeral home, the child's mother was kicked by a horse; the baby was apparently aborted and subsequently died.
I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb:
I live in people's pockets
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt that we have met.
Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower:
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels,
That He trains in Angel pools.
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands.
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do.
He said that my assignment,
Is to keep close watch on you.
When He placed me in your pocket,
You were blessed with Angel care.
And I was told to never leave you,
And I vowed to always be there.
Father: Herbert William Green
Mother: Nora Melinda Lane Green
The Prayer thoughts.
According to records of the funeral home, the child's mother was kicked by a horse; the baby was apparently aborted and subsequently died.
I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb:
I live in people's pockets
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt that we have met.
Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower:
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels,
That He trains in Angel pools.
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands.
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do.
He said that my assignment,
Is to keep close watch on you.
When He placed me in your pocket,
You were blessed with Angel care.
And I was told to never leave you,
And I vowed to always be there.
Mother: Nora Melinda Lane Green
The Prayer thoughts.
According to records of the funeral home, the child's mother was kicked by a horse; the baby was apparently aborted and subsequently died.
I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb:
I live in people's pockets
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt that we have met.
Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower:
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels,
That He trains in Angel pools.
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands.
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do.
He said that my assignment,
Is to keep close watch on you.
When He placed me in your pocket,
You were blessed with Angel care.
And I was told to never leave you,
And I vowed to always be there.
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