|
|
In LOVING MEMORY Of
JACK BRADY
Stuart, Fl
|
|
3-31-1927 -
4-10-1990
When Morning Comes
In that beautiful land beyond
the sky
No longer, will we have to ask why?
We had to say goodbye to the ones we loved
Wondering why, they had to die
For there, no tears will we ever again cry.
On this earth, with all its
cares
A lot of pain, it seems we have to bear
But weeping will only last through the night
We have GOD'S special promise
Joy will be ours, in the morning light.
So hold on, dear child of GOD
By your side, HE faithfully stands
One day pain and sorrow, will all be done
Then at last we will know, HIS sweet peace
When for us, that blessed morning comes.
Elizabeth Ann Biggs
|
|
"When someone you love becomes a MEMORY, the memory becomes a Treasure."
Children: Jack
Joyce
Russell
"Jesus saith unto
him, I am the way, the truth, and the life:
no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."
(John 14:6)
