Children's Rainbow Mountain Retreat, nestled in the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee,
When illness strikes, families find it overwhelming and difficult to cope; indeed, sometimes, it is almost impossible. For many of these families, their days become filled with doctors, often painful treatments, hospital stays, and daily frustration.
Families become increasingly physically and emotionally worn out. Money gets scarce. Family trips, however short, become unthinkable, a distant dream too far to be reached.
Families become increasingly physically and emotionally worn out. Money gets scarce. Family trips, however short, become unthinkable, a distant dream too far to be reached.
Children's Rainbow Mountain Retreat offers special children and their families a break from the stressful storm of their lives, with a joyful, carefree therapeutic retreat that can make a lifetime dream come true.
hears the cries
of children and provides a safe and fun - filled retreat for the whole family,
of children and provides a safe and fun - filled retreat for the whole family,
totally free of charge. Through joyful activities, shared laughter, and carefree days, we strive not only to ease the pain, but also to replenish family bonds and spark fresh hope for a better future.
Where Angels Tread
Gods little children
Have the brightest of eyes
And the purest of hearts
And yet they often cry
Pain steals the moments
That should be filled with smiles
Risking the life
Of the meek and the mild
Suffering in silence
They dream children's dreams
But there's a place in which
Compassion streams
It's a place that only angels tread
Surrounding children's hearts
Dancing with the hurting child
Never again to part
A place where laughter fills the air
With parents joining in
A place where wishes come to life
And spirits always win
So darlings dream your biggest dreams
And reach up towards the sky
For you will walk where angels tread
And spirits never die
By Sybil Funk
March 31, 2009
Gods little children
Have the brightest of eyes
And the purest of hearts
And yet they often cry
Pain steals the moments
That should be filled with smiles
Risking the life
Of the meek and the mild
Suffering in silence
They dream children's dreams
But there's a place in which
Compassion streams
It's a place that only angels tread
Surrounding children's hearts
Dancing with the hurting child
Never again to part
A place where laughter fills the air
With parents joining in
A place where wishes come to life
And spirits always win
So darlings dream your biggest dreams
And reach up towards the sky
For you will walk where angels tread
And spirits never die
By Sybil Funk
March 31, 2009
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