~ Words Of Sympathy ~


Beginning from small seeds we sow,
Trees, shrubs, and bushes grow,
Flowers bloom in their appointed time,
Herbs emit aromas of their kind,

Some are seasonal and stay for only awhile,
Others come back year after year,
I have observed that we are
Like those plants, We have our seasons,
Thus God has his reasons for sending us here,

Oh the lives we touch in one way or another,
As over the years we have held hands
With a sister, a brother,
Comforting them in times of their loss,

Rest assured, He's coming again,
Christ our Savior,
That's why he died on that
Cruel Cross.

Janice Bumbalough Marler © 2003