Remembrance – Woodsmoke and Cardamom

She loved the Lord and sang His praises daily. She taught us with her songs to love Him too. Praying at her knee each night a bedtime, We knew He'd keep us safe the whole night through. The hymns she taught us are a precious legacy. I still can hear her singing "Rock of Ages." Her tattered Bible is my dearest treasure, Remembering her I slowly turn the pages And read marked passages that brought her comfort. And strength and joy to raise her voice in song, To lift the spirits of all those around her, Until her voice was cracked with age and gone. But now I'm sure she's singing with the angels All those old and lovely hymns her memory stored; I know her voice rises clear and joyous As she once more sings her praises to her Lord.

by Lucy M. Young

Today I visited the cemetery
And walked among the gray memorial stones.
It was so peaceful there -
The sun shone brightly through the new green leaves,
Flowers blossomed around the stones
And birds sang softly, joyously
In praise of springtime's resurrection.

I paused beside the grave of my beloved nephew
To pray and to remember all the joy he'd brought into my life.
I could almost see his happy smile,
The mischief in his twinkling eyes
And hear again his clever witticisms
As he managed to find humor in misfortune.

Our country's flag waved proudly o'er his plaque,
A tribute to his service in Vietnam.
Who knows what horrors he encountered there,
What pain and mental anguish he endured,
The helpless grief to see his buddies fall,
And the depth of loneliness so far from home and family?

But now he is at rest,
His earthly tasks completed.
No longer must he suffer pain or sorrow.
Happiness and peace are his forever
As he rests within the gentle arms of Jesus.

photo: Kenneth W. Burrell - beloved nephew, son, husband, father, brother

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