Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

Is there a window In heaven Lord?
A window to look out and see
From a window up above Lord
For my loved ones to look down on me

Oh Lord what a wonderful comfort
If I could only know,
Through a window they could see me
To watch me down below.

They would see I really miss them,
I remember them all the time,
They would know how I long to see them,
And they will see I'm doing fine.

They will see I have God's blessings,
He watches over me all through the day,
They will see I'm beginning to smile a little
And laugh along the way.

They will see I talk with pride Lord,
Whenever I speak their names.
And they will see my life without them
Will never be the same.

They will see my thoughts are always  with them,
Their memories are entwined around my heart,
They will see I'm preparing to meet them soon,
Never again to part.

So Lord is there a window in heaven?
For the ones you've taken from me.
A window up in heaven Lord,
A window to look down on me.

Mama with her babies in her rocking chair, she sings
The soothing sound of lullabies,
Her voice so sweetly rings.
Singing in her rocking chair,
she holds her babies tight.
The soft voice of an angel
Keeps singing through the night.
As children crawl upon her lap
And play upon her knee,
She sings the silly, joyful tunes
They love so playfully.
Mama sang the hymns of blessings,
With love and grace so tenderly.
She sang "How Far is Heaven,"
And "Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me."
When young years turn to golden
And memories go back in time,
She clenches now her dolly
And sings rhythm with a rhyme.
When words of songs have been forgotten,
She hugs her dolly tight.
She tries so hard to sing the words
But just can't sing it right.
She now sings la la la la la la la,
As she holds her dolly tight,

Father, I thank you for the days and nights,
And thank you for this warm morning light.
For food and shelter, for your loving care,
And for all in this world that is good and fair.
Help us to be gentle, honest and true,
To show more kindness in all that we do.
To smile and be pleasant in all that we say,
To grow more loving each and every day.
To lend a helping hand, help others in need,
And to love one another as you have loved me.

Thank You, Father
Amen

While on this ride on the road called life
It's best to take it all in stride
Take the good with the bad,
Be joyful when you're sad,
Never forget what you once had
Smile when you're unhappy
Love what you've got,
Let the good times bring music,
And dance a whole lot.
Be quick to forgive, then always forget
Learn from your mistakes with little regret.
Some folks may change, and things will go wrong,
But one thing is certain
God will carry us along

The things I love about you
Aren't going away with age.
You will still calm me down,
Perk me up, get me excited,
and drive me crazy.
It's not how handsome you are,
Or how you look in your clothes
It's seeing your smile when we meet
after a long day apart,
It's the wink you give me from
Across the room.
The special excitement of keeping
It all brand new.
It's not the silver in your hair,
Or the hat or tie you wear,
It's the pat of affection as I pass by
It's the laughter when we share a joke,
It's sneaking around with you having a rendezvous
It's the sweetness in your voice,
It's being there when you're needed
And the loneliness when you're not,
It's sitting beside you watching a baseball game.
It's the snugs and hugs in the middle of the night
The things I love about you
Aren't going away with age.

God handpicked our singing angel
To sing in his heavenly home
She's singing with the angel choir
And around God's golden throne

When the angel came and took her hand
She whispered, "Come with me
God has a home in his great kingdom
You will sing for eternity."

She's joined the ringing harp strings
She's earned her pure white wings
Her voice so much an angel
Will be ringing as she sings

She'll be singing Hallelujah
Praise God with lifting hands
Singing hymns and ballads
Through God's glory land

We loved our angel here on earth
Her songs so pure and true
The peace of God rang in her voice
When she sang for me and you

Heaven gained a singing angel
And we will miss her here below
The remembrance of her endearing voice
Is embedded within our souls

So when we remember her
She'll be a song upon our hearts
She'll forever sing in her new home
With God's angels and the ringing harps

Bullseyes and targets, marbles and darts.
Little green bugs and bicycle parts.
Frogs in their pockets, worms in their shirt.
A boy is a boy for all he is worth.

Cowboys and Indians, Gene Autry boots.
Guns in their holsters that are sure to shoot.
Big mud puddles, rocks in their shoes,
A chip on their shoulder, a black eye or two.

Little red wagon, scraped up chins,
Scuffed up pants, and old tin cans.
A laugh, a holler, a tear, a shout.
Into mischief but truly a scout.

Old clubhouses, flying a kite,
Up a tree, a fall on the bike.
Skinned up knees, bruises, and cuts.
A boy is a boy when his dukes are up