The Hom egoing C elebration for Mrs. `Fritil^ N ear a shady w a tt a rose once grew, (Buddeda n d 6Cossomedin god'sfree fight, W atered a n d f e d 6y the morning dew, Shedding it's sw eetness day a n d night. y ts it grew a n d SCossomedfair a n d tad, SCowCy rising to Coftier height, I t came to a crevice in the w a d Through which there shone a 6eam o f fight. O n w ard it crept w itk fid d e d strength W ith never a thought o f fe a r orpride, I tfo llo w e d the fight through the crevice's length f in d unfolded its e lf on the other side. The fight, the dew, the hroadening view W erefo u n d the same as they were 6efore, f in d it Cost its e lf in 6eauties new, (Breathing it'sfragrance more a n d more. S h a d claim o f death cause us to grieve f in d make our couragefa in t an dfad? N ay l L et usfa ith a n d hope receiveThe rose stid g ro w s Seyondthe w ad, Scatteringfragrancef a r a n d w ide Ju st as it d id in days o fyore, Ju st as it d id on the other side, Ju st as it w idforever-m ore (pallbearers The Executive Ministry Beulah Grove Baptist Church y? (Poemto Mommy I Covedto ta lk e d to m other eitlier in person or on the phone as Cong as I hriow her heavenhy teCephone num 6er rCCnever he atone. W e taC^eda6out im portant thingsju s t remem6ering her voice can dry m y tears. M y m other understood everything I said, she im parted w isdom to me 6eyond heryears. Your Daughter, Juannie JLcbnowkdgments The family is grateful to all for the many prayers, love and support shown during the death of their loved one. May God richly bless you today and always.