God saw the road was getting rough,

                 The hills were hard to climb.

                 He gently closed those loving eyes,

                and whispered, "Peace Be Thine".

                The weary hours, the days of pain,

                The sleepless nights are passed.

                The ever patient worn out frame,

                 Has found sweet rest at last.

                                      08/10/1906  -  11/11/1999

                      Brother Clyde Holmes

                                             09/18/1941  -  12/29/1999