In Loving Memory of my dearest Iva Pearl...<3
June 18, 1910 to January 25, 2005
Edison, NE Arapahoe, NE
The Master walked in his garden,
Plucking flowers along the way;
He plucked one of my loved one,
To add to his bouquet.
My heart at first was broken,
At the loss of one so dear;
But the tears I shed just washed my eyes,
So I saw his way more clear.
My Lord has a need for just this one,
For the pattern he has in mind;
But its hard for the rest of us to see
Why we must be left behind.
Perhaps we are not ready to go just yet
We may need to ripen more
To reach the full blown fragrance
My lord is waiting for.
To each give forth a fregrance
To each we chance to meet
We should each be trying day by day
To make our fragrance sweet.
So I'm going to try my very best
To be loving and kind each day,
So at last I'll be counted worthy
To be part of my Master's Bouquet.
RIP my darling... I shall be with you soon.
Edison, NE Arapahoe, NE
The Master walked in his garden,
Plucking flowers along the way;
He plucked one of my loved one,
To add to his bouquet.
My heart at first was broken,
At the loss of one so dear;
But the tears I shed just washed my eyes,
So I saw his way more clear.
My Lord has a need for just this one,
For the pattern he has in mind;
But its hard for the rest of us to see
Why we must be left behind.
Perhaps we are not ready to go just yet
We may need to ripen more
To reach the full blown fragrance
My lord is waiting for.
To each give forth a fregrance
To each we chance to meet
We should each be trying day by day
To make our fragrance sweet.
So I'm going to try my very best
To be loving and kind each day,
So at last I'll be counted worthy
To be part of my Master's Bouquet.
RIP my darling... I shall be with you soon.