August 18, 2004 - August 21,2005
When slowly through the window came a plantive funeral hymn.
And a sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grew...
"till I found myself envired in a little wooden pew.
On the alter was a coffin...in the coffin was a child.
Rose a sad, old preacher from a little wooden desk...
With a manner grandly awkward, and countenance grotesque.
For the little boy who lived there...he's gone and run away.
He's doin' very finely and appreciates your love...
But...father wanted him in the large house up above.
He just think you needed some sunshine...so He lent him for awhile.
And He let you love and keep him 'till your hearts were bigger grown...
and these silver tears your shedding are just interest on the loan.
But a tear comes...he whispers..."I want my parents, too"
It's then the angels teach that little boy a song...
Says if only they be faithful they'll soon be comin' 'long.
And don't go criticizin' the One that knows the best.
He's given many comforts...He has a right to take away...
To the Lord be praise and glory...now and forever,,,let us pray.
And held you in our arms.
But, you were here for just a little while...
And before we knew it...you were gone.
With all our love,
Grandma and Grandpa Dean
