The death angel visited the home of Brother and Sister Monroe Wood on Pine Hill Creek on February 11, 1907, and claimed for its victim little Willie Roy, aged 10 months and 20 days. He was a sweet little bud in the home, yet God thought best to pluck him to bloom in heaven. May the Lord comfort the home that is lonely without him, and help them to look for a brighter, better day where all is joy and gladness. He sleeps silently in the Gum Springs Cemetery. The funeral was conducted by the writer.
Mourn not the dead, though like the flower just opening to the morning ray,
Nipped by disease's cruel power,
They fell from love's embrace away,
Where breathes no chill or tainted air,
Where falls no darkness of the tomb,
They prove the loving Savior's care,
And blossom in immortal bloom.
ELD. R.I. HINER
Mourn not the dead, though like the flower just opening to the morning ray,
Nipped by disease's cruel power,
They fell from love's embrace away,
Where breathes no chill or tainted air,
Where falls no darkness of the tomb,
They prove the loving Savior's care,
And blossom in immortal bloom.
ELD. R.I. HINER
The death angel visited the home of Brother and Sister Monroe Wood on Pine Hill Creek on February 11, 1907, and claimed for its victim little Willie Roy, aged 10 months and 20 days. He was a sweet little bud in the home, yet God thought best to pluck him to bloom in heaven. May the Lord comfort the home that is lonely without him, and help them to look for a brighter, better day where all is joy and gladness. He sleeps silently in the Gum Springs Cemetery. The funeral was conducted by the writer.
Mourn not the dead, though like the flower just opening to the morning ray,
Nipped by disease's cruel power,
They fell from love's embrace away,
Where breathes no chill or tainted air,
Where falls no darkness of the tomb,
They prove the loving Savior's care,
And blossom in immortal bloom.
ELD. R.I. HINER
Mourn not the dead, though like the flower just opening to the morning ray,
Nipped by disease's cruel power,
They fell from love's embrace away,
Where breathes no chill or tainted air,
Where falls no darkness of the tomb,
They prove the loving Savior's care,
And blossom in immortal bloom.
ELD. R.I. HINER
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