Her weary hands are folded Her busy brain at rest, She has crossed the shining river To be among the blessed. Her toll and hardships over, Her earthly work all done, At home among the angels, Her life has just begun. We loved to sit beside her And hear her tales of woe, Of her many days of sorrow Since "a hundred years ago" |
A kind and loving mother, A true devoted wife, A patient, prayful Christian Adorned her daily life. From her bed of pain and sorrow She has passed on over there, And left her good example With an empty "old arm chair" |