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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