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DaLonna Crosbya
June 23, 1943
June 3, 2001


Forever In Our Hearts

God looked around his garden and he found an empty place.

He then looked down upon this earth and saw your tired face.

He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.

Godís garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best.

He knew that you were in pain, and with many heartaches,

So he closed your weary eyelids and whispered, "Peace be thine."

He then took you to heaven with handís gentle and kind.

It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone,

For part of us went with you the day God called you home.


Stepping Stones

The Lord came to me like a dream one day and asked, "Why do you sorrow?"

I answered, "Lord my life is so full of pain, I canít face one more tomorrow."

The Lord sat down beside me, and gently took my hand.

He said, "Let me explain to you and then youíll understand.

Each sorrow is a stepping stone you must surmount each day,

And every stepping stone you climb is a sorrow thatís passed away.

The road of life is a mountainside, with crevices in which to be caught,

But as you struggle on your way, I the Rock, will lend support.

Every stepping stone you climb, makes spirit and heart grow strong.

Exercising character and faith this road seems painful and long.

The way is paved with stepping stones, to uplift your heart and soul,

Though difficult they aid your way, to a City paved with gold.

I know that you are tired, for I too have walked this way,

My sorrows did they multiply, but I cleared many stones away.

I left my rock to lift you up, I left behind my story.

To give you strength to make your climb, to that special place in glory.

And never fear, the Rock is here, Youíll never climb this mountain alone

Surmount lifeís sorrows, continue on, For they are but stepping stones.


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