In Loving Memory of William Woodrow Henry

Butterflies From Heaven

When we lose our loved ones they never die
For I know once heaven takes their souls
The Dear Lord leaves a little of them here
To turn into beautiful butterflies
So they can be near our hearts

Blessed are those who can see the beauty
Of the life which has gone to what is "God's Art"
When we look for the angels
They will send us Jesus' love
I saw a butterfly today, my last prayer I gave away

Heaven is more than souls of our loved ones
When a father, mother, a brother, sister or a child dies
Their hearts live in those who have loved them
Every grain of sand, every sunrise and sunset
All the good things we know and love
They all go to Jesus for Him to protect

As a gift, The Lord lets us have a glimpse of those we love
For a brief moment in time, for a short while
A butterfly is seen at our window, sent from heaven
Then we know, all will be well with those we love.

© 2005Linda Ann Henry
Do you remember me
The people's poet

William Woodrow Henry
is Linda Ann Henry's Dad.
Letters of sympathy and condolences may be mailed to Linda's home address;


Letters of sympathy and condolences may also be e-mailed to
Linda Ann Henry

May The Lord in heaven give us hope.
May we see the love of The Father and live life
with the beauty of a butterfly at our window, sent from heaven.

A Special heartfelt thanks to Derry aka (heartwhispers)
who helped with this page.

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