She left behind her daughter Iva Marie Ward at the age of 7.
This pome was written by her brother Si Conner, 1935
Gone our darling Mother
Daughter, Sister, Friend
Gone from this world of sorrow,
Gone from the world of sin.
Gone to God who is our keeper;
And her light is never dim,
Pointing the way for all her loved ones;
Showing the way that leads to Him.
There she sails in Gods own bosom;
In the heavenly realms of love,
And we know that we shall meet her,
When the roll is called above.
This pome was written by her brother Si Conner, 1935
Gone our darling Mother
Daughter, Sister, Friend
Gone from this world of sorrow,
Gone from the world of sin.
Gone to God who is our keeper;
And her light is never dim,
Pointing the way for all her loved ones;
Showing the way that leads to Him.
There she sails in Gods own bosom;
In the heavenly realms of love,
And we know that we shall meet her,
When the roll is called above.
She left behind her daughter Iva Marie Ward at the age of 7.
This pome was written by her brother Si Conner, 1935
Gone our darling Mother
Daughter, Sister, Friend
Gone from this world of sorrow,
Gone from the world of sin.
Gone to God who is our keeper;
And her light is never dim,
Pointing the way for all her loved ones;
Showing the way that leads to Him.
There she sails in Gods own bosom;
In the heavenly realms of love,
And we know that we shall meet her,
When the roll is called above.
This pome was written by her brother Si Conner, 1935
Gone our darling Mother
Daughter, Sister, Friend
Gone from this world of sorrow,
Gone from the world of sin.
Gone to God who is our keeper;
And her light is never dim,
Pointing the way for all her loved ones;
Showing the way that leads to Him.
There she sails in Gods own bosom;
In the heavenly realms of love,
And we know that we shall meet her,
When the roll is called above.
