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Poem written by Georgie's brother (at the time he was 13 years old and trying to deal with his brother's illness and possible loss of his brother) "The Paintbox of Life" When we are born the big joker in the sky hands us each a little tin paintbox. Enclosed are a couple of brushes and paint, red, yellow, blue, the primary colors, and with this we are supposed to go through life painting pretty pictures. Example, loving, marrying, teaching, inventing, etc.. But sometimes these little tin boxes aren't cracked up to be what they should be, maybe a brush is twisted or snarled or some of the primary colors are dried up, or even sometimes the boxes are so dented you can't even get the lid open! But still everyone's after you from the cradle to the grave clucking and scolding, if you don't please them by painting pretty pictures.
Georgie's Grandmother wrote this at age 92. "Winter" Pure white snow falling in silence, Trees tall ~ bare ~ standing erect, Roof tops shouldering their heavy load; Spring flowers sleeping under their white blankets, Now and then a shout from children playing in the soft cotton snow, In the blue of the night snow drops crystal on the window panes; Stars blinking brightly in the sky, Your whisper and your breath filling the air like smoke, Everything in silence, Like the whisper of God. Dorothy M. Stevenson |
I met a boy online today. Upon a web page was displayed, How
sweet and caring this boy was. His name is Georgie. You can feel his love, God
has taken him up above, He is singing with the angels In Gods paradise.
Thank you Georgie, You have touched my life.
Cherilayne
You have shown me love, Through good times and bad. You believed in me when no one else had. Your the biggest support system. When it comes to dreams you see a potential, no matter how intangible it seems. What you do for the children in this would, goes far beyond recognition. Your eyes gleam when you talk about them. Their hope and joy is your ambition. No matter what may lay in your past you have found God and touched him at last. If I were an angel I would grant you both wings, Because I know of no one else who has accomplished so many wonderful things. Last and finally, I would just like to say to the most caring people I know, Happy Grandparents Day.
Greg Stevenson
He went to live with Jesus last night, In a kingdom that's such a beautiful sight. He welcomed him with open arms, He said, here you are free from all harms. My child I died for you on calvary, So you could walk these streets with me. I have watched as in your faith you've grown, And I was pleased with the love for me you've shown. You carried my word to a lost and dying world, My child you resisted the daggers Satan hurled. Even when you were facing death, My child you kept my word with your dying breath. For this you entered into Heaven's Gate, Never again to deal with Satan's lies full of hate. He looked into his Savior's eyes and saw, The tears of love begin to fall. He had taken away his pain of the past, He said, my child here your happiness will forever last. ~ Written By SouthernHeart ~ God Bless! Love and Prayer, Anita
'Twas the night before Christmas. All through the abode only one creature was stirring. She was cleaning the commode. The children were sleeping, all snug in their beds, while dreams of Pokemon entertained their sweet heads. The dad was snoring in front of the TV, a half-constructed bicycle still on his knee. So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter, which made her exclaim, "Now what's the matter?" With toilet-bowl bush still clutched in her hand, she descended the stairs, and saw an old man. He was covered with soot, which fell when he shrugged. "Oh great!" muttered mom, "Now I have to clean the rug." "Ho-Ho-Ho!" cried Santa, "I'm glad you're awake. Your gift was especially difficult to make." "Thanks, Santa, but all I want is some time alone." "Exactly!" he chuckled, "I've made you a clone." "A clone?" she responded, "What good is that? Run along, Santa. I've no time for chit-chat." It was the mother's twin -- Same hair, same eyes, same double chin. "She'll cook, she'll dust, she'll mop every mess. You'll relax, take it easy, watch 'The Young and the Restless." "Fantastic!" Mom cheered. "My dream has come true! I'll shop, I'll read, I'll sleep the night through!" In the room up above the youngest did fret. "Mommy? I'm scared. Besides that, I'm wet." The clone replied, "I'm coming, sweetheart." "Hey," the mom smiled, "She knows her part." The clone changed the small one, and hummed a sweet tune, as she bundled the child, in a blanket cocoon. "You're the best mommy ever. I really love you." The clone smiled and sighed, "And I love you too." The mom frowned and said, "Sorry, Santa, no deal. That's my child's love that she's trying to steal." With a sly knowing smile, old Santa then said, "Well, it's perfectly clear, that only one mother is needed 'round here." The mom kissed the child, and patted her head. "Thank you, dear Santa, for clearing my head. I sometimes forget it won't be very long, when they'll be too old for my cradle-song." The clock on the mantle then started to chime. Santa said to the clone, "It works every time." With the clone by his side, Santa said, "Good night, Merry Christmas, Mom. You'll be alright."
Hello,
I just visited your site from the link left in the guestbook on
http://www.anhourwithyou.com I
appreciate the kind things you said about my site. I am in awe of Georgie and
the work he did in such a short time. I cried as I read about him and his
helping others even though he was in pain himself. Such a heroic little soldier.
I know God was so proud of him. He had a heart so big to do all he did. I love
to try and write poetry and when I read of Georgie I wrote this and will copy
and paste below. It is to honor a special child that was more than many
grown-ups will ever be. I just wanted you to know this is how I see him from
reading your site. You do Georgie proud. The poem is nothing grand but it is
about someone that was. God bless you, Gayle
aka LadyGayle~Webmistress
Georgie Stevenson
A precious gift from the Master,
Born into a world, soon filled with pain,
He always found the sunshine,
Peeking through the rain.
Others benefited from his efforts,
His heart was filled with such love,
God set him upon a pathway,
Headed for the heavens above.
Along the way he helped many,
His focus always on aiding another soul,
His heart ached for those less fortunate,
His help given when he hurt, a child so bold.
He now resides in heaven,
We lost a son so very dear,
Heaven gained a precious angel,
He left a legacy of love here.
You are missed sweet Georgie,
You are held in great esteem,
Unselfishly you gave your all,
It is as our Father so deemed.
You did so much for others,
In deeds and words you would say,
Your work is ongoing Georgie,
In your memory help continues today,
Gayle Davis
October 12, 2004©
"FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND"
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints.
Other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life
When I was suffering from anguish, sorrow, or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord, "You promised me, Lord,
That if I followed you, you would walk with me always.
But I noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
There have only been one set of prints in the sand.
Why, When I have needed you most, you have not been there for me?"
The Lord replied,
"The times when you have seen only one set of footprints
Is when I carried you."
By Mary Stevenson
