I am not so far from you,
Just a little way beyond;
Past the cares and past the pain,
Far past my earthly bonds.
When you feel you miss me most,
As years go drifting by;
Each memory will prove to you,
That our love will never die.
For memories are but a touch,
From the Father's gentle hand;
To heal your pain and mend your hearts,
To help you understand...
That while I left you far too soon,
I did not leave alone;
For the Father sent His angels,
To gently take me home.
Take comfort when you think of me,
Keep my love alive in your heart;
And with the warmth of each memory,
We will never be apart.

~ Allison Chambers Coxsey 1996

An angel once lay 'neath my heart,
A promise of life to come;
My little babe, was resting there,
Yet, would not follow me home.
My tiny, precious angel,
Had plans unknown to all,
For my Angel heard the voice of God,
And hastened to His call.
My Angel flew on fragile wings,
Into the Father's arms;
To slumber there in peaceful rest,
Untouched by earthly harm.
So, slumber there my precious child,
Till I can come to you;
I'll keep you here, deep in my heart,
Till my journey on earth is through.

~ Allison Chambers Coxsey 2001

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.

~ Anonymous

Cry your tears of sorrow,
Then lay your tears aside;
Don't weep for me forever,
Nor in your sorrow hide.
For I am more alive today,
Than I ever was before;
I am just one heartbeat from you,
On the other side of the door.
I've stepped beyond these earthly bonds,
To a new life full and free;
Because of Christ I've run the race,
And now have victory.
So don't stand there and weep for me,
My battle now is won;
Pick up your helmet, sword and shield,
You have a race to run.

~ Allison Chambers Coxsey 1995

A gift of love was given,
For just a little while;
A gift of love and laughter,
In a precious little child.
Someone to steal your heart away,
A little hand to hold;
Tiny footprints 'cross your life,
Now left upon your soul.
The echoes of soft laughter,
The sweetness of that face;
The child who brought you so much joy,
Will never be replaced.
So take each loving memory,
Of that precious little child;
In knowing a gift came down from God,
If for just a little while.

~ Allison Chambers Coxsey 2001