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Words Of Bronze On This Stone
Are A Reminder You're Never Alone
Your Wonderful Life Of So Many Years
We Shall Celebrate Without Any Tears

Gone, But Not Forgotten

Beneath This Stone Rests My Love
Her Soul Long Ago Free As A Dove
When I Come To Visit This Special Place
I Shall Always Recall Her Smiling Face

A Husband And Wife So Dear
Sleep Together As Always Here
Their Spirits Separated Never Again
Their Soul With Christ For Ever Reign

I Am The Resurrection And The Life,
He That Believeth In Me Though
He Die Yet Shall He Live

Beneath This Simple Stone
That Marks His Resting Place
Our Precious Father Sleeps Alone
In The Lord's Long Embrace

They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.

A heart of gold stopped beating,
two willing hands at rest,
God broke our hears to prove to us
He only takes the best

Life is not measured by
the breaths we take,
but by the moments
that take our breath away

Sweet little flower
of heavenly birth,
you were too fair
to bloom on earth.

When someone you love
becomes a memory,
the memory becomes
a wonderful treasure

Gone yet not forgotten.
Although we are apart,
your spirit lives within me,
forever in my heart.

They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.

A heart of gold stopped beating,
two willing hands at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best

Life is not measured by
the breaths we take,
but by the moments
that take our breath away

Sweet little flower
of heavenly birth,
you were too fair
to bloom on earth.

When someone you love
becomes a memory,
the memory becomes
a wonderful treasure

Gone yet not forgotten.
Although we are apart,
your spirit lives within me,
forever in my heart.

I know she's in a special place
our Lord has for such friends,
where meadows, fields & flowers
help make them strong and whole again.

I know your eyes in the morning sun,
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain.
May the peace of the Lord be with you,
Until I can feel you in my arms again.

Wherever a beautiful soul has gone,
there is a trail of beautiful memories.
We'll remember your journeys and
look forward to strolling together again.

Those we love never go away
They're in our hearts every day
Always loved and always dear
Walking with angels, always near

"To be what we are, and to
become what we are capable of
becoming, is the only end of life."
--Robert Louis Stevenson
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