Love Is A Little Church
Love is a little church
Standing near a grove,
Warmed in winter days
By and old-fashioned stove;
The pews are plain and rustic,
The windows crude and small,
But through them you can see
The rain and snowflakes fall,
While in the warm interior
Familiar voices sing
And unseen angels circle
Above you, wing to wing
Dad June 28 2003 and Mom May 7 1999 and Aunt Lorriane May 4 2006
You have earned your Golden Wings
I see you through those tiny church widows and see that you are all in peace
Well I'll never forget you three because I can't forget the love and happiness you gave me
Rest in Peace Love your daughter and Niece Denise Forty and Family.
Friday, April 27, 2007
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