In Loving Memory Of SHIRLEY W. RANDALL Dec. 11, 1920 – June 4, 2003 How sweet and happy seems, those days of which I dream, When memories recall them now and then, And with the rapture sweet, my weary heart would beat, If I could hear my mother, pray again. If I could hear, my mother pray again, If I could hear, Her tender voice again, So happy I would be, t’would mean so much to me, If I could hear my mother, pray again. She used to pray that I, on Jesus would rely, And always walk the shining gospel way, So trusting in his love, I seek that home above, Where I shall meet my mother, some glad day. Her work on earth is done; her life’s crown is won, And she’s at home with Jesus up above, And some glad morning she, I know will welcome me, To that sweet happy home of peace and love. The words to this song say it best. We love you. Your five daughters and their families.
SHIRLEY W. RANDALL
