Monday, August 12, 2024
My prayers go out to the Woods family,
Do Note Stand At My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Fryre
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die!
In Jesus' name, Amen. Mary Juckniess