Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush.
Of beautiful birds of circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Dad's final words to me:
"I am peacefully and patiently waiting to go and be with the Lord."
As of 3:45PM today, He waits no more.
Rev. Donald Stanley Crisp
(March 30th, 1948 - August 12th, 2012)
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Rest In Eternal Paradise Daddy
I Love You
Now, Always, Forever
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