Room among the angels
A mother, who was preparing some flour to make into bread, left it for a few moments, when little Mary, with childish curiosity to see what it was, took
hold of the dish, which fell to the floor, spilling its contents. The mother struck the child a severe blow, saying with anger that she was "always in the
way." Two weeks after, little Mary sickened and died. On her death bed, while delirious, she asked her mother if there would be "room for her among the
angels?" When too late, the broken-hearted mother felt no sacrifice too great, could she have saved her child. Oh, she would have done everything to take back those unloving words to her daughter...
This following song is based on that story above:
Is there room among the Angels
For the spirit of your child?
Will they take your little Mary,
In their loving arms so mild?
Will they ever love me fondly,
As my storybooks have said?
Will they find a home for Mary,
Mary numbered with the dead?
CHORUS:
Tell me truly, darling mother,
Is there room in heaven for me?
Will I gain the home of spirits,
And the shining Angels see?
I have sorely tried you, mother,
Been to you a constant care;
And you will not miss me, mother,
When I dwell among the fair;
For you have no room for Mary,
She was ever in your way,
And she fears the good will shun her!
Will they, darling mother, say?
CHORUS
I was not so wayward, mother,
Not so very, very bad,
But that tender love would nourish,
And make Mary's heart so glad.
Oh! I yearn for pure affection,
In this world of bitter woe;
And I long for bliss immortal,
In that land where I must go.
CHORUS
I found this story/song in an old book and had to struggle with tears the first time I read this!
tom.
A mother, who was preparing some flour to make into bread, left it for a few moments, when little Mary, with childish curiosity to see what it was, took
hold of the dish, which fell to the floor, spilling its contents. The mother struck the child a severe blow, saying with anger that she was "always in the
way." Two weeks after, little Mary sickened and died. On her death bed, while delirious, she asked her mother if there would be "room for her among the
angels?" When too late, the broken-hearted mother felt no sacrifice too great, could she have saved her child. Oh, she would have done everything to take back those unloving words to her daughter...
This following song is based on that story above:
Is there room among the Angels
For the spirit of your child?
Will they take your little Mary,
In their loving arms so mild?
Will they ever love me fondly,
As my storybooks have said?
Will they find a home for Mary,
Mary numbered with the dead?
CHORUS:
Tell me truly, darling mother,
Is there room in heaven for me?
Will I gain the home of spirits,
And the shining Angels see?
I have sorely tried you, mother,
Been to you a constant care;
And you will not miss me, mother,
When I dwell among the fair;
For you have no room for Mary,
She was ever in your way,
And she fears the good will shun her!
Will they, darling mother, say?
CHORUS
I was not so wayward, mother,
Not so very, very bad,
But that tender love would nourish,
And make Mary's heart so glad.
Oh! I yearn for pure affection,
In this world of bitter woe;
And I long for bliss immortal,
In that land where I must go.
CHORUS
I found this story/song in an old book and had to struggle with tears the first time I read this!
tom.
