A COMFORTING THOUGHT
TO BUSHES IN A GARDENGROWING IN THE SANDS
IF YOU LOOK BENEATH THE SURFACE YOU WILL SEE THEM HOLDING HANDS
FINGERS STRECHING OUT WITH LOVE SOME TO GIVE SOME TO RECIVE
IN LIFE THEY HELD ON TIGHT THROUGH TRADGETY AND GREIF
AND WHEN LIFES HAPPY MOMENTS CAME AND JOY WOULD FILL THE AIR
THERE HANDS WOULD COME TO GETHER IN THANKSGIVING PRAYER
AND NOW AT JOURNYS END THEY SIT IN PARIDISE ABOVE
THEY LEAVE WITH US THIS HAPPY THOUGHT OF NEVER ENDING LOVE
THIS THOUGHT WILL NEVER SPOIL CLASPED HANDS BENEATH THE SOIL IN MEMORY OF ROBERT AND MARJIORE
IN MEMORY OF ROBERT AND MARJORIE MILLWARD
My Son’s Late In Law’s
BY SANDRA JANE MACK
TO BUSHES IN A GARDENGROWING IN THE SANDS
IF YOU LOOK BENEATH THE SURFACE YOU WILL SEE THEM HOLDING HANDS
FINGERS STRECHING OUT WITH LOVE SOME TO GIVE SOME TO RECIVE
IN LIFE THEY HELD ON TIGHT THROUGH TRADGETY AND GREIF
AND WHEN LIFES HAPPY MOMENTS CAME AND JOY WOULD FILL THE AIR
THERE HANDS WOULD COME TO GETHER IN THANKSGIVING PRAYER
AND NOW AT JOURNYS END THEY SIT IN PARIDISE ABOVE
THEY LEAVE WITH US THIS HAPPY THOUGHT OF NEVER ENDING LOVE
THIS THOUGHT WILL NEVER SPOIL CLASPED HANDS BENEATH THE SOIL IN MEMORY OF ROBERT AND MARJIORE
IN MEMORY OF ROBERT AND MARJORIE MILLWARD
My Son’s Late In Law’s
BY SANDRA JANE MACK
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