God’s lily, beauty in pure form, Clothed in High Priestly raiment, Wafting incense from God himself, Aroma of eternal peace. As the lily bloom wilts and dies, It tells of God’s eternal truth, Seeds fall like autumn’s sobbing tears, But rise again in splendorous life.
In memory of Laurie Dacombe, (my brother in law's dad)
who passed away this week, but with the promise of
eternal life in his heart