IT IS.: MEYE PI.RATE:D:D.RUNKEN PITCHER: CODE:X: MAS: MARKS THEE SPOT: TO HELP ME FIND MEYE WAY BACK HOME: TO MEYE BURIED PI.RATE:D.AVINCI TREASURE CHEST: TO ME: TO THEE CHILDREN: TO MEYE TRUE STORY: COME: FOLLOW ME: YOU WILL SEE: THE FOLLOWING IS MEYE LOVE SONG CHRISTMAS PRESENT: FROM ME: TO MEYE CHILDREN: SENT VIA EMAIL: DATED DECEMBER 25, 2010 I LEFT A TRAIL OF BREADCRUMBS: ON THEE ROAD LESS TRAVELED:BYE: ME: S.ILENTLY: OH YES: IT WAS: ALL:WAYS: ME: Dear Brian, Remember when you were little and Mommy always said, “Let us be quiet that we may hear the whisper of God. Listen carefully, you’ll find Him in the stillness of your heart” Mommy did. Mommy has taken a road less traveled…and I followed the sound of a different drummer. I prayed, and God said to me, “Jaimie Anne Murphy, I love you. I hear your prayers. I know you have a special pain, so I’m giving you a special promise. “If you could have anything you hoped for, what would it be?” I said, “I dream of World Peace.” Then, I said, God, I love you, and I hear your prayers too. I know you have a special pain, just like me, so you get a special promise too. If you could have anything you hoped for, what would it be? And God said, “I dream of World Peace.” Remember when you were little and Mommy used to say to you, “God is with us right here, right now. Can you see Him?” God is love. And like the air we breathe. We cannot see it, we cannot hear it, we cannot taste it, we cannot smell it, and we cannot touch it, But we always know it is there. It is nothing, and yet it is everything. This year, Mommy decided to give God a gift for Christmas, the very same one He gives to us every year, and the same one I am giving to you this year. All of my love and all of me, All ways, Mommy “My gift is my song and this one’s for you…” -Sir Elton John The Little Drummer Boy -Anonymous Come they told me A new born king to see Our finest gifts we bring To lay before our king So to honor Him When we come. Little Baby I am a poor boy too I have no gift to bring That’s fit to give a king Shall I play for you On my drum? Mary nodded The ox and lamb kept time I played my drum for Him I played my best for Him Then He smiled at me Me and my drum. Mommy wrote this part: Baby Jesus, I am a poor girl too, I have no drum to play, But there’s a melody, That beats inside of me, Shall I sing for you, Oh little One? His mother smiled at me These words I sing to you, Oh little baby king, Are those you sing me too, A lullaby I hear Whispered in my ear The very same one. The song we both hear From our lips to God’s ears, Tearful prayers we both sing Hushed upon angels wings The sweetest part, He breathed into our hearts And one birthday kiss, Grants God’s holy wish. https://youtube/watch?v=ZFrQFxMsmnA
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