Hattie M. Beaver

FAMILLE

HER JOURNEY'S JUST BEGUN Her Journeg's Just Begrn Don't think of her ors gone dwoty, Fler jor,rrney's jnst begun, tife holds so many facets, fhis €drth is only one, hst think of her as resting From the sorrows cnd the tears. In a place of wdrmth and cornfort Where there a,re no rnore dags or gedrs. Think how she mnst be wishing That we co,rlol kno,, taday, Flow nothing bnt orr sadness Can really pdss otworS, Anol think of her as living I n the hearts of those she tonched. For nothing loved is ever lost, And she was loved so very much. HER JOURNEY'S JUST BEGUN Her Journeg's Just Begrn Don't think of her ors gone dwoty, Fler jor,rrney's jnst begun, tife holds so many facets, fhis €drth is only one, hst think of her as resting From the sorrows cnd the tears. In a place of wdrmth and cornfort Where there a,re no rnore dags or gedrs. Think how she mnst be wishing That we co,rlol kno,, taday, Flow nothing bnt orr sadness Can really pdss otworS, Anol think of her as living I n the hearts of those she tonched. For nothing loved is ever lost, And she was loved so very much. HER JOURNEY'S JUST BEGUN Her Journeg's Just Begrn Don't think of her ors gone dwoty, Fler jor,rrney's jnst begun, tife holds so many facets, fhis €drth is only one, hst think of her as resting From the sorrows cnd the tears. In a place of wdrmth and cornfort Where there a,re no rnore dags or gedrs. Think how she mnst be wishing That we co,rlol kno,, taday, Flow nothing bnt orr sadness Can really pdss otworS, Anol think of her as living I n the hearts of those she tonched. For nothing loved is ever lost, And she was loved so very much. HER JOURNEY'S JUST BEGUN Her Journeg's Just Begrn Don't think of her ors gone dwoty, Fler jor,rrney's jnst begun, tife holds so many facets, fhis €drth is only one, hst think of her as resting From the sorrows cnd the tears. In a place of wdrmth and cornfort Where there a,re no rnore dags or gedrs. Think how she mnst be wishing That we co,rlol kno,, taday, Flow nothing bnt orr sadness Can really pdss otworS, Anol think of her as living I n the hearts of those she tonched. For nothing loved is ever lost, And she was loved so very much. HER JOURNEY'S JUST BEGUN Her Journeg's Just Begrn Don't think of her ors gone dwoty, Fler jor,rrney's jnst begun, tife holds so many facets, fhis €drth is only one, hst think of her as resting From the sorrows cnd the tears. In a place of wdrmth and cornfort Where there a,re no rnore dags or gedrs. Think how she mnst be wishing That we co,rlol kno,, taday, Flow nothing bnt orr sadness Can really pdss otworS, Anol think of her as living I n the hearts of those she tonched. For nothing loved is ever lost, And she was loved so very much. HER JOURNEY'S JUST BEGUN Her Journeg's Just Begrn Don't think of her ors gone dwoty, Fler jor,rrney's jnst begun, tife holds so many facets, fhis €drth is only one, hst think of her as resting From the sorrows cnd the tears. In a place of wdrmth and cornfort Where there a,re no rnore dags or gedrs. Think how she mnst be wishing That we co,rlol kno,, taday, Flow nothing bnt orr sadness Can really pdss otworS, Anol think of her as living I n the hearts of those she tonched. For nothing loved is ever lost, And she was loved so very much. HER JOURNEY'S JUST BEGUN Her Journeg's Just Begrn Don't think of her ors gone dwoty, Fler jor,rrney's jnst begun, tife holds so many facets, fhis €drth is only one, hst think of her as resting From the sorrows cnd the tears. In a place of wdrmth and cornfort Where there a,re no rnore dags or gedrs. Think how she mnst be wishing That we co,rlol kno,, taday, Flow nothing bnt orr sadness Can really pdss otworS, Anol think of her as living I n the hearts of those she tonched. For nothing loved is ever lost, And she was loved so very much. HER JOURNEY'S JUST BEGUN Her Journeg's Just Begrn Don't think of her ors gone dwoty, Fler jor,rrney's jnst begun, tife holds so many facets, fhis €drth is only one, hst think of her as resting From the sorrows cnd the tears. In a place of wdrmth and cornfort Where there a,re no rnore dags or gedrs. Think how she mnst be wishing That we co,rlol kno,, taday, Flow nothing bnt orr sadness Can really pdss otworS, Anol think of her as living I n the hearts of those she tonched. For nothing loved is ever lost, And she was loved so very much.