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A Memorial to Julia

In Memory of Julia
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Always in our hearts and on our minds.

We would like to welcome all of our family and friends 

to thank You all for your love and support.

Your endless prayers are a source of our strength. 

Just as Julia showed us, all of her life,

her amazing strength and faith,

which now shines through in her children.

She has passed much of herself on in her boys , including her Beautiful smile. 

When we look at their faces and see this we know we are Blessed to have her not only in our hearts but in their hearts and on their faces. 

We thank you for joining us here today

to honor her life. 

Pray for the  peace that God gives us and

to remind us of the love that Julia Gave of herself, that goes on and on. 

We are all blessed that we had the opportunity to know her and share her life. 

We will continue to pray for and see justice.

 

To everything there is a season and a time to

Every purpose under heaven.

Ecclesiastes 3:1

I thought I felt an angels touch 
By Sandra Prouse
 
I thought I felt an angels touch 
as I lay there half asleep

A gentle touch that soothed my soul 
and traced across my cheek

I saw a golden light appear, 
I saw her wings of glory

My eyes were filled with tears of joy, 
the look on her face so holy


She touched me with her hands so soft, 
her eyes never left my face

The words she whispered filled the room 
with harmony and grace

I felt a peacefulness inside, 
as if I were in heaven

No sorrow did I feel inside, 
gone were all my problems


She rose above my head, 
with fluttering wings she soared

The light around her blinded me 
and I fell to my knees on the floor

The presence of the Lord I felt 
as His arms surrounded me

Cradled softly against His chest, 
my tears of joy poured free


It seemed like an eternity, 
that He held me in His arms

His presence filled the room with peace, 
for which I'd yearned so long

He touched my cheek with gentle hands, 
soft as a velvet cloth

And wiped warm tears of joy from me 
with nail scarred hands he'd wrought


Soft Poetry by Sandra Prouse

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