My little cousin died in a wreck while riding the School bus with his Grandma. She was driving the bus.She was watching him for the day. He was not old enough for
school yet. For some reason GOD needed him more then we did.
GOD BLESS YOU DUSTY I LOVE YOU
God hath not promised
skys always blue.
Flower-strewn pathways
all our lives through.
God hath not promised
sun without rain,
joy without sorrow,
peace without pain.
But God hath promised
strength for the day,
rest for the labor,
light for the way,
grace for the trials,
help from above
unfailing sympathy,
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