Epitaphs
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| Alexandria Indiana |
Alexandria Indiana |
Amarillo Texas |
Lord, make me an instrument of your
peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
when there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy. O
Divine Master grant I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand,
to be loved as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Oh May I Join The Choir Invisible Of
Those Immortal Dead Who Live Again In
Minds Made Better By Their Presence.
Mama I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond's glint on snow I am
the sunlight on ripening grain. I am
the gentle autumn's 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.
Vaya Con Dios
And I, too, sing the song of all creation
A brave sky and a glad wind blowing by.
A clear trail and an hour for mediation,
A long day and the joy to make it fly.
A fierce noon and a well contented Gloam
A Good strife and no great regret to leave it
A still night and the far red lights of home.
Life is a mixture of sunshine and rain
Laughter and pleasure teardrops and pain
All days can't be bright but it's certainly true
There was never a cloud the sun didn't shine through
So just keep on smiling whatever betide you
Secure in the knowledge God is always beside you
And you'll find when you smile your day will be brighter
and all your burdens will seem so much lighter
For each time you smile you will find it is true
Somebody somewhere will smile back at you!
And nothing on earth Can make life more worthwhile
than the sunshine and warmth of a BEAUTIFUL SMILE
We see thee only in our dreams Our
angel sister thou art gone To starry
realms of peaceful rest To mingle with
the ransomed throng.
The Lord must be a gardener and daily as he sows
He must be on the watch for a most perfect little rose
And he must have called our daughter
Before she'd fully grown Because she
was the perfect rose He wanted for his
own.
And the light by Which he was
Reading the book
Of Life, flickered,
Grew dimmer and Went out forever.
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Arlington Indiana |
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Arlington Indiana |
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