The most beautiful of roses has been taken from the garden; a lovely rose whose grace and beauty are beyond a poets words. The garden seems so empty now, but the place it occupies in heaven will be the better for our loss.
There's no need to weep, for our rose brought much joy and pleasure to those who gazed upon it; its beauty, its eloquence, its fragrance, has been and will remain a blessing to all.
The wondrous beauty of our rose came from within giving the appearance of loveliness that no one could deny.
We hear the sound of church bells ringing for our friend, the sun shines, yet the day seems so gloomy. But listen, we hear a faint whisper in the breeze say, "not so, its such lovely day, be of good cheer for my absence is but for a short while."
The Lord has prepared a place of honor for our rose, as the sound of many voices can be heard singing in heavens as our beautiful rose is planted again, never to fade away.
Shall we bid our rose farewell; nay, not farewell but good night, for our rose will live in our hearts and minds till the end of days.
Thank you for your friendship, your conversations, your good will; you have blessed me and many others forever. I will miss you greatly, for the memories of you shall be with me so long as I live.
We shall meet again in glory, for that great day of the Lord is near. Good night, and thank you, your dearest friend,
Phillip LaSpino Taken from www.seekfirstwisdom.com
There's no need to weep, for our rose brought much joy and pleasure to those who gazed upon it; its beauty, its eloquence, its fragrance, has been and will remain a blessing to all.
The wondrous beauty of our rose came from within giving the appearance of loveliness that no one could deny.
We hear the sound of church bells ringing for our friend, the sun shines, yet the day seems so gloomy. But listen, we hear a faint whisper in the breeze say, "not so, its such lovely day, be of good cheer for my absence is but for a short while."
The Lord has prepared a place of honor for our rose, as the sound of many voices can be heard singing in heavens as our beautiful rose is planted again, never to fade away.
Shall we bid our rose farewell; nay, not farewell but good night, for our rose will live in our hearts and minds till the end of days.
Thank you for your friendship, your conversations, your good will; you have blessed me and many others forever. I will miss you greatly, for the memories of you shall be with me so long as I live.
We shall meet again in glory, for that great day of the Lord is near. Good night, and thank you, your dearest friend,
Phillip LaSpino Taken from www.seekfirstwisdom.com
