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.
              God’s 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 hand’s
              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 can’t face one more tomorrow."
              The Lord sat down beside me, and gently
              took my hand.
              He said, "Let me explain to you and
              then you’ll understand.
              Each sorrow is a stepping stone you must
              surmount each day,
              And every stepping stone you climb is a
              sorrow that’s 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, You’ll
              never climb this mountain alone
              Surmount life’s sorrows, continue on, For
              they are but stepping stones.