In Loving Memory

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints. Ps. 116:15

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep...
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 glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Written By Mary Frye

We Remember Her

In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
we remember her.

In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter
we remember her.

In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring
we remember her.

In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer
we remember her.

In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn
we remember her.

In the beginning of the year and when it ends
we remember her.

When we are weary and in need of strength
we remember her.

When we are lost and sick at heart
we remember her.

When we have joys we yearn to share
we remember her.

So long as we live, she too shall live,
for she is now a part of us, as
we remember her.
Author Unknown

The Day God Called You Home

God looked around His garden and saw an empty space,
Then He looked down upon this earth, and saw your loving face.
He put his arms around you, and lifted you to rest,
His garden must have been beautiful, He always takes the best.

He knew that you were suffering, he knew you were in pain,
And knew that you would never get well on this earth again.
He saw your path was difficult, He closed your tired eyes,
He whispered "Peace be Thine" and gave you wings to fly.

When we saw you sleeping, so calm and free from pain,
We could not wish you back on earth, to suffer once again.
You've left us precious memories, your love will be our guide,
You live on through your children, you're always by our side.

It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you, on the day God called you Home.

Author Unknown