Tuesday morning at 6 o'clock the angel of death entered the home of Mr. and Mrs. Clifford Linn and snatched from their embrace one of their treasures, Murvin Oakel, over whose golden head only one short year had flown. Although his suffering was great he bore it very patiently and as he closed his eyes and flew to his Savior's waiting arms a sweet smile brightened his face. He leaves a father, mother, one brother and a great many friends to mourn for him. But what is their loss is his gain.
Murvin sleeps alone in his beauty,So still and white beneath the sod; But clad in the robes of the angels, His spirit is resting with God.
Murvin sleeps alone in his beauty,So still and white beneath the sod; But clad in the robes of the angels, His spirit is resting with God.
Tuesday morning at 6 o'clock the angel of death entered the home of Mr. and Mrs. Clifford Linn and snatched from their embrace one of their treasures, Murvin Oakel, over whose golden head only one short year had flown. Although his suffering was great he bore it very patiently and as he closed his eyes and flew to his Savior's waiting arms a sweet smile brightened his face. He leaves a father, mother, one brother and a great many friends to mourn for him. But what is their loss is his gain.
Murvin sleeps alone in his beauty,So still and white beneath the sod; But clad in the robes of the angels, His spirit is resting with God.
Murvin sleeps alone in his beauty,So still and white beneath the sod; But clad in the robes of the angels, His spirit is resting with God.
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