Your picture still hang upon the wall
We look at it
It makes us smile.
To all of us you simply was a beautiful child.
We remember you for your kindness.
And the way you help anyone out.
Without a moment hesitation.
Yes, you was a beautiful child.
With all the qualities of you mother.
And the complexion of your father.
Whom you often were compared too.
We not amazed that many came to adore you.
From those within and out of school.
Faithfully you was into the word.
Messages God must have surely heard.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
Your picture still hang upon the wall
We look at it
It makes us smile.
To all of us you simply was a beautiful child.
We remember you for your kindness.
And the way you help anyone out.
Without a moment hesitation.
Yes, you was a beautiful child.
With all the qualities of you mother.
And the complexion of your father.
Whom you often were compared too.
We not amazed that many came to adore you.
From those within and out of school.
Faithfully you was into the word.
Messages God must have surely heard.
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