IN REMEMBERANCE
OF
MARY JANE WEAVER
June 23, 1941 - July 9, 2003
FLOWERING
PERFECTION
Our life is like the rose
they say
with thorns so harsh along the way;
To test our strength and
faith to be,
and mold us for our destiny.
Forever reaching for the
light,
with roots that fight for deeper ground;
sometimes this blocked by
clouds you see,
sometimes the weeds do crowd around.
But once we do
endure these things
our purpose strong and true,
we then fulfill the
destiny
God meant for me and you.
With beauty, softness and such
grace,
we then turn fullness of our face
toward the light for all to
see,
and shine with bright humility...
July 27, 1991
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