Grief Poem - Sweet is their Memory
Last updated 8/4/2022 at 7:05pm
More folks have left, both young and old. They flew off through the air.
We miss our loved ones very much, but know our family's there.
God made us Red, Yellow, Black or White, we're all precious in His sight.
God made us all, He'll call us home, and we will be all right.
While we're down here, we miss our dears, since they were called away.
So many things we'd like to share, had they been left to stay.
Our dear one's gone - a river crossed to shore of evergreen.
We long to see our dear one's face, but river flows between.
It seems so strange that those we need and those...