The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters.

He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness For His name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me All the days of my life; And I will dwell in the house of the Lord Forever.

A mother's love is not enough

to grow the family tall:

we need her strength when life is tough

- especially when we're small.

You rocked our cradle, dried our tears

and washed and ironed and sewed;

with love and patience through the years

you gladly bore that load.

And all the meals you'd prepare -

breakfast or lunch or dinner:

no-one came from eating there

afraid they might get thinner.

Then when you knitted, row on row,

it went without a hitch:’

the jumper fitted - as you know -

with love in every stitch.

Of course we're sad that you have gone,

to cope we'll have to still.

We don't know how we'll carry on,

but 'cos of you we will.

So thank you, mum, from us, your brood,

you made us what we are.

Go, with undying gratitude

for all your love and care.

Not how did he die

But how did he live

Not what did he gain

But what did he give.

These are the units to

Measure the worth

Of a man as a man,

Regardless of birth.

Not what was his station

But had he a heart.

How did he play his 

God-given part.

Was he ever ready with a

Word of good cheer

To bring back a smile

Or banish a tear.

Not what was his church

Nor what was his creed.

But had he befriended

Those really in need.

Not what did the words in

The newspaper say,

But how many were sorry

When he passed away.

— by Summer Sandercox

A life well lived is a precious gift, 

of hope and strength and grace, 

from someone who has made our world

a brighter, better place.

It's filled with moments, sweet and sad 

with smiles and sometimes tears, 

with friendships formed and good times shared,

and laughter through the years.

A life well lived is a legacy, 

of joy and pride and pleasure, 

a living, lasting memory

our grateful heart's will treasure.

There’s a road I call remembrance 

where I walk each day with you.

It’s a pleasant happy road, 

all filled with memories true.

Today it leads me through a spot

where I can dream awhile,

And in its tranquil peacefulness

I touch your hand and smile.

There are hills and fields and budding trees

and stillness that’s so sweet,

It seems that this must be the place

where God and humans meet.

I hope we can go back again

and golden hours renew,

And God go with you always, 

until the day we do.

I've finished life's chores assigned to me, 

So put me on a boat headed out to sea. 

Please send along my fishing pole 

For I've been invited to the fishin' hole. 

Where every day is a day to fish, 

To fill your heart with every wish. 

Don't worry, or feel sad for me, 

I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea. 

We will miss each other for awhile, 

But you will come and bring your smile. 

That won't be long you will see, 

Till we're together you and me. 

To all of those that think of me, 

Be happy as I go out to sea. 

If others wonder why I'm missin' 

Just tell 'em I've gone fishin’

— Delmar Pepper